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Random bits, 30 June 2008

  • I can't sleep and I don't know why.
  • Isn't it ironic that the Philippines now imports bajillions of tons of rice from Thailand, when we helped them develop their rice industry decades ago?
  • After about a year of no updates, the blog is still getting hits from people Googling Raffy Ladao. LOL
  • I'm hooked on The Next Food Network Star. I'm rooting for either Shane or Adam. Lisa is too Victoria-Beckham-crossed-with-Dallas-new-money-pretension while Kelsey is too bubbly and perky. Adam is better looking and more charismatic, but Shane seems to be the better cook.
  • Believe it or not, I'm wishing for a day or two of rain. All this smoke from forest fires around Northern CA have made the air so smoky and hazy lately. It almost looks like Manila now. A nice rain would put out the fires and cleanse all this filth from the air.
  • Le Creuset just sent me a postcard offering 35% off any purchase of $100 or more. Hrmmm... New french oven? Braising pan? Those two types are really the only ones I would want from LC right now.
  • My friend April posted an awesome picture of her walking in the sand dunes around Dubai. I'm SO jealous.
  • I can't sleep and I don't know why.

I Like It Just So

Earlier today I washed the outer case of Devon's bed. It was dirty, stinky, and full of hair. The great thing about these LL Bean dog beds is that they come with washable covers and waterproof inner casings, so owners don't have to put up with years' worth of dog funk.

Anyway, for most of the afternoon Devon walked around wondering what I had done to it, looking none too pleased when he saw the cushion and bolster laying "naked" on the floor. Even after the bed case finished drying, I just left it strewn on my bedroom floor because I too lazy to work on it.

I finally put his bed back together a short while ago, after which I sat down at my computer.

Devon comes in my room, looks at his now-clean, now-strange-smelling bed, and looks at me. He just stares. Then he gets on his bed and proceeds to spin 'round and 'round. Legs flailing, face intently staring at the bed, body flexing, stretching, and flexing again. He stops for a while, stares at me again, and then starts spinning on his bed.

He hears me chuckling and sees me watching him, so he stops. Then he starts up. Again. And again, for well over five minutes.

Finally, he had the bed just the way he liked it. He promptly plopped down and fell fast asleep.

I swear sometimes that he, Mr. Snorty McDoggelsson Sheddy von Stinkelstein, has OCD. Oh, and he snores.

Bounty

Farmers' Markets.

One of the best things about living in the Bay Area is the great number of them in all nine counties. Here in Silicon Valley, we have quite a few that are open one day a week year-round. In summertime, the number of markets swells, and even more neighborhoods get their own once-a-week treats.

I went to Sunnyvale's earlier, after getting a haircut. My problem is that I always want to buy a little bit of almost everything, but I was a good boy this time around.


Our loot:
  • organic red onions
  • organic white onions
  • white nectarines (incredibly sweet)
  • white peaches
  • smoked duck breast
  • duck and peppercorn mousse (I wanted foie gras mousse but they were out)
  • blackberries (a little bit tart, but very plump and juicy)
  • chicken and garlic sausages (incredibly good, highly addictive)
What's all this food for, you ask?

Bill has already used some of the red onions and smoked duck breast to make pizza, along with some manchego cheese. The blackberry samples at the market were very sweet, but the ones I got weren't. So I turned them into jam when I got home. I'm going to make a cobbler or crumble with the peaches. The mousse will be for me and me alone, to enjoy with crackers and maybe some sauvignon blanc. The sausages and nectarines are for munching.

Yum. It's no wonder I'm fat.

Disclaimer: The wine and Manila mangoes were from Whole Foods.