Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
Why is it that people are willing to spend $20 on a bowl of pasta with sauce that they might actually be able to replicate pretty faithfully at home, yet they balk at the notion of a white-table cloth Thai restaurant, or a tacos that cost more than $3 each? Even in a city as “cosmopolitan” as New York, restaurant openings like Tamarind Tribeca (Indian) and Lotus of Siam (Thai) always seem to elicit this knee-jerk reaction from some diners who have decided that certain countries produce food that belongs in the “cheap eats” category—and it’s not allowed out. (Side note: How often do magazine lists of “cheap eats” double as rundowns of outer-borough ethnic foods?)
Yelp, Chowhound, and other restaurant sites are littered with comments like, “$5 for dumplings?? I’ll go to Flushing, thanks!” or “When I was backpacking in India this dish cost like five cents, only an idiot would pay that much!” Yet you never see complaints about the prices at Western restaurants framed in these terms, because it’s ingrained in people’s heads that these foods are somehow “worth” more. If we’re talking foie gras or chateaubriand, fair enough. But be real: You know damn well that rigatoni sorrentino is no more expensive to produce than a plate of duck laab, so to decry a pricey version as a ripoff is disingenuous. This question of perceived value is becoming increasingly troublesome as more non-native (read: white) chefs take on “ethnic” cuisines, and suddenly it’s okay to charge $14 for shu mai because hey, the chef is ELEVATING the cuisine.
This is もちアイス (mochiaisu) and the “soft skin” is pounded rice cake. The white stuff you see on the outside is powdered sugar so they won’t get sticky. It’s very delicious on a hot day and you can get these at the right self-serve frozen yogurt joints. Unfortunately North America sells one mochiaisu for a dollar and some cents whereas in Japan you can get these by the boxful in any supermarket.
Want it. Nnh
you can make it yourself at home folks! Mochi is really simple to make, all you have to do is take 2 cups rice flower, mix with 1 cup water and ½ cup sugar, boil it in a pot or put in a ceranwrap covered bowl and put in microwave for 7 minutes. turn off the heat and stir it until it becomes solid and sticky. Then you can roll it into balls with a little bit of rice flour on top to keep it from being too sticky. Then you can eat it just like that, cover a scoop of ice cream and freeze it to make this, or you can make Strawberry Daifuku which is strawberries and red bean paste (anko) wrapped in mochi. I make it all the time!
Aww damn i gotta do this!!
Waaaaant. You’d find them in regular supermarkets in Seattle. Out here? Not so much. :(
reblogging this because MOCHI RECIPE
a video recipe, for visual help; also a dog
“just for a change
if it’s not too much trouble
stop fucking talking
about what other people are eating.
i don’t care that he’s fat and buying
six sandwiches. it’s none of your business.
even if you’re a nutritionist, he’s not
your patient. he shouldn’t blush
and mumble his order because
of the way that you treat him. for all you know,
those sandwiches are going to orphans.
and even if he’s going to eat them himself:
it’s his body, my dude, you don’t get to
police it.
my friend is thin and has celiac disease
and the number of elitist dickbags who snort at her
every time she asks for gluten-free is so astronomically high
if we built a ladder out of them, we’d break the glass ceiling. i
have heard: “that diet doesn’t really work, you know,” “you're
thin already, why bother?” “just eat bread it’s not that bad
for you!” flung in her face about every time
she sits down to eat. she has to be polite about it
and tell them the truth
or else for some reason, they’re angry.
but why do i have to inform you, a stranger,
about my personal health situation
before you pardon me? why is it that i have to admit
that i’m lactose intolerant before someone allows me to
drink soy milk? it’s not the blood of virgins
and it’s not hurting you to shut the fuck up without
snickering about how girls are always trying new diet things.
why does anyone with any hint of curve have to
talk about their genetics, their thyroid, why do they
have to explain to your fuck of a peabrain
before you “forgive” them for the sin
of just eating?
i hate that i feel like i have to apologize when i’m ordering,
that if i’m buying only ice cream i feel like i have to explain
i’m not buying it for myself only. i hate feeling like
brownies and cake and good things are
all “indulgences” but
carrots and broccoli and good things are
all “dieting.” why the hell do i have to feel bad about a plate
overflowing with food? why the hell do i have to feel bad
about anything i do?
how about instead of snickering that sally’s eating salad
because she’s trying too hard to fit in
you shut your fucking
mouth
about it.”
— I will literally eat you whole. Try me. See if I won’t. // r.i.d (via inkskinned)
Italy will likely soon pass a law that offers incentives for
supermarkets, bars and restaurants to donate their unsold food rather
than throwing it out. Italy’s proposed law is in the same vein as a historic law passed in France in February that made it a crime for supermarkets to throw away food. Abiding by the law comes with some big benefits for Italian markets and restaurants.
