What I’m eating AFTER Thanksgiving

It was nice to come home to my mom’s house in medias res of Thanks­giv­ing din­ner prepa­ra­tions. The turkey was already in the oven (breast down, at my behest), pies made, Fil­ipino soups sim­mer­ing. The scene was typ­i­cal of most din­ing room tables in Amer­ica yes­ter­day, so I won’t bore with you with what you already know.

But here’s our turkey, if you’d like to take a gan­der (breast up because we flipped it back up in the last 30 min­utes of cook­ing to brown):

But you all know what a turkey looks like on Thanks­giv­ing. Instead, I’m going to move on to my forte: left­overs. [Read more…]

What I have to show for myself from Brussels — part 1

So, to be com­pletely hon­est, for some rea­son for another, I don’t have a whole lot of pic­tures from my stay in Brus­sels. I can tell you, how­ever, that I did eat really well. So this will be a nice lit­tle test to see how much of it I can actu­ally recall, no thanks to the copi­ous amounts of alco­hol, but also since I don’t have much pho­to­graphic evi­dence to jog my memory.

Like the lit­tle West African cafe, L’horloge du Sud where I’m pretty sure I ate Sene­galese cui­sine for the first time. There was the poulet in a bright cit­rus sauce, not unlike a Cuban mojo, except with a round tart­ness and not so sweet. I’d go back for the piri piri-like chili oil that I couldn’t stop eat­ing, despite cough­ing from its airy, yet intense heat that shot to the back of the throat. It brought tears to my eyes.

Then there was the red wine-braised veal short ribs I made as a thank you for my gra­cious host. Went on a lit­tle adven­ture to a fan­tas­tic butcher called Jack O’Shea to track down these beau­ti­ful short ribs. It was rain­ing. I got lost. Cabs were taken. [Read more…]

Ceviche. Not pickles. Ceviche.

A few weeks ago I had com­plained via face­book about a press release I had received from a restau­rant tout­ing “cau­li­flower ceviche” in honor of World Vegan Month (this month, FYI). I noted that veg­eta­bles mar­i­nated in an acid such as lime juices does not ceviche make. It makes pickles.

Any­way, to be fair I am not a huge ceviche (real or oth­er­wise) fan. Not that it isn’t tasty, but when I wake up in the morn­ing think­ing about din­ner (because I do that), not once have I ever thought “man, I really want to eat some ceviche for dinner!”

But I have been think­ing about this ceviche lately. [Read more…]

What I Listened to Today

I’m tak­ing a lit­tle break from my trav­el­ogue tonight as I’m using up all my words on a New Years Eve guide I’m writ­ing (any­one have any other ways to say “ring in 2013?” I’m pretty sure I’ve used them all).

So here’s a track that I lis­tened to a cou­ple times today by Richie Hawtin and the late Pete Nam­look, the Ger­man elec­tronic music pio­neer who passed away sud­denly about a week ago. This was their first col­lab­o­ra­tion in 1994.

Floaty and ethe­real, accord­ing to Hawtin they recorded this shortly after New Years in 1993. So it’s been help­ful to write with this in the back of my head today.

From Within: A Mil­lion Miles to Earth

Thank you for the music.

The Last Meal in Holland: Pancakes! Amsterdam

My last day in Ams­ter­dam I fig­ured that since I don’t smoke pot, didn’t ride a bike and am not 6 feet tall, I should do some­thing that is Dutch. So I decided to try pan­nenkoeken at Pan­cakes! Ams­ter­dam.

A 10-minute walk from Lei­d­se­plein, this cute, white-washed break­fast spot serves, you guessed it…

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And now, for some techno! CLR showcase, Amsterdam Dance Event

Want to be on the same page and lis­ten to what I’m lis­ten­ing to as I write this? Click here.

The rea­son I came to Ams­ter­dam this time around was for Ams­ter­dam Dance Event, now the largest elec­tronic music con­fer­ence in the world, and with good rea­son. It’s not just a fes­ti­val, it’s not just a col­lec­tion of shows all over the city — the event is five days filled with sem­i­nars with music indus­try lead­ers and trend­set­ters, pro­grams for uni­ver­sity stu­dents who want a legit­i­mate career in the music busi­ness, movie screen­ings, cul­tural events, DJ cook offs, pop-up DJ sets. It’s entirely pos­si­ble to skip all of that and just rave your face off for five days straight over every sin­gle genre of elec­tronic music available.

I was for­tu­nate enough to be invited by Claire Van Der Hall to one of the pan­els she was host­ing dur­ing the day, which also hap­pened to be the only one that was in Eng­lish, held in this giant cube in the mid­dle of Leidseplein.

James Minor of SXSW was sup­posed to be dis­cussing… some­thing, but it seemed like he didn’t really have much to dis­cuss, despite Claire’s best efforts to get use­ful infor­ma­tion out of him. To be fair, SXSW and ADE and other elec­tronic music fes­ti­vals are dif­fer­ent ani­mals entirely, so his basic sug­ges­tion of “work hard, don’t be a dick” was use­ful, just not enough to fill up 50 minutes.

You know who always shows up, works hard and is not a dick*? Chris Liebing.

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Damn, Amsterdam! Bigger Bites: BAUT

Now, when I asked my friends who live in Ams­ter­dam and speak Dutch what “baut” actu­ally meant, they couldn’t exactly tell me. They assumed it came from the name of the street it was on Wibaut­straat, but the word “baut” itself was slang.

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Damn, Amsterdam! Bigger Bites: Saigon Cafe

Despite its noto­ri­ety for being a town filled with ston­ers, the culi­nary delights in Ams­ter­dam are not rel­e­gated to Bit­ter­Ballen, which I did suf­fer through the last time I was there. Here’s the famed Dutch Kroket­ten in log form, straight from the infa­mous FEBO machines that mag­i­cally replen­ish them­selves. It’s like eat­ing deep fried sausage gravy, and not in the pleas­ant way.

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Damn, Amsterdam! Random bites…

It has taken me some time to digest my recent leg of Techno Tour 2012, and as such, I’ve finally fig­ured out how to pro­ceed with both the food and the techno that I’ve con­sumed the past three weeks or so.

My first stop of my tri­umphant return to Europe was none other than the Nether­lands for Ams­ter­dam Dance Event.

But as it is in this lifestyle, food usu­ally comes before (and rarely after) the techno, so here’s a few bites that I man­aged to choke down.

As soon as I set­tled into my great apart­ment over­look­ing the IJ bay (Thanks AirBNB! ), I hit up the gro­cery store for pro­vi­sions. One of my favorite things about gro­cery stores in Europe? The sheer mad­ness of their cheese sections.


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