Plane crazy

The airport "limousine" is optimistically named. Sigh. Less than 3 days on the ground, and I'm heading back to California already. I'll just have to squeeze all my restaurant hopping in the limited time I have at the airport. 

Korean draft beer is good.

So-so bulgogi. I guess most airport food is of similarly overpriced quality all over the world.

I found a gelato stand in Korea! Black sesame and yogurt flavoured gelato. Surprisingly good. And the yogurt gelato texture was spot on. I got two spoons so I can share with myself.

Black bean tea tastes like dirt. The dirt that the beans grew in. Blech.

Colonel Sanders looks Asian. I'm not sure this will go over well in Kentucky.

And one last fiery seafood tofu stew pot. Then onto the airplane for the 12 hour flight back to LA! Aie! (And yes Meg, I did eat all that.)

Clamming up

Clams and black bean sauce. Even when I try cooking asian, it doesn't really come out asian.



The sad empty corner where Preston's bed normally sits. So very quiet and lonely around the house. Preston's staying at Terry's for a few days. Because I'm off to Kentucky!

Who let the dawgs out

Clams with sausage and peppers. Clams and sausage. Heh Heh.



There's a little baby Preston at the puppy pound this week. I want.

Fired

Cro-magnum man says fire good.



Wheat bread attempt. Not looking good.



Manhattan clam chowder. Meh. I could totally make this recipe better.



Aie-ya. Bread stuck to the pan. Another failure.

Double delicious

Easy like sunday mornings means pulling out the crock pot to make some chickeny stew cooked with roasted tomato garlic salsa. The crock pot means I can smell delicious things all day.



And then brining the other chicken for roast chicken later in the week. The clams. I still have more clams. Clams in the refrigerator means an entire day's worth of anticipation of delicious things.



And I anticipate linguine ala vongole.



Eaten fireside outside now that the nights are getting chilly. Sitting fireside means cedar smoked Davy.



And a second dinner with the chicken stew. We should all have two dinners in a day.

Sing songs of quince

Oh how I love the quince. It fills the air with delicious fragrance when warmed by the morning sun. I want to carry quinces in my pockets just so I can smell like quinces all day. I want cologne that smells like quinces so I don't have to walk around in public with strange bulges in my pockets. As a bonus, nobody knows what to do with quinces, so they're only $1.50/lb vs $2.50/lb for apples at the farmer's market.


New England clam chowder. Fresh clams, bacon, cream, and potatoes. What's not to like? Instead of raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, Julie Andrews needs to sing about Littleneck clams and hickory smoked bacon. Now those are a few of my favorite things.