Another bay area food ticklist: Sushi at Kirala!
hamachi
mirugai
We also tried some new things (to me) like "kampachi" (i think), which was a slightly leaner version of hamachi, as well as shiro maguro, which was also good. The real star of the evening was the mirugai though.
I also dug up this funny picture of me as a baby
In "Une Hirondelle a fait le Printemps" (one of the movies I saw on the plane) there's a scene where the power goes off in the farm house. It looks pretty miserable because there's a foot of snow outside and driving wind. It got me thinking about the sorry state we are currently living in though: A car that barely works, no freezer, no bathroom door, electrical wiring which sometimes makes fizzy noises, light switches which warm up, a bedroom shutter which we can't raise, a bed which periodically collapses with us in it, no useable heating and no AC. Anything after this is going to seem like pure luxury.
the hard part is finding the nagaimo, but once you have it it's easy. First skin ~ 2 cm off the end
Then chop the skinned section into slices, which you then further chop into "rods"
now add seaweed
and citrus soy sauce (forgot the japanese name)
mix it up and you're done.
We had lunch at Zuni on Market st. today. I ordered the burger, which was good, but not nearly as good as the fantastic roasted chicken that my parents ordered
We also ordered a tray of eighteen oysters (three kinds, which I can't remember the names of... but they were all Japanese). It was a significant event for me, since I hadn't dared to eat oyster since my last experience with them. I'm happy to report that no violent intestinal trauma accompanied these oysters though.
Here is kenjis Miso soup recipe:
Boil some Kombu
in water for a little while
remove the kombu, put in tasty nuggets of your choice
add some udon sauce
and some wakame mix
and then the miso
On a related note, I am really amazed by the selection of miso that is now available. It used to be just one kind: a vacuum packed pouch, but now there are at least ten different kinds in fancy packaging.
when I got home, I saw my parents' tomato plants which have been raided by various critters over the last few weeks. they are very impressive, and the tomatos taste really good. I should mention that they cheated and used tomato food though. Mine are organic if you don;t count the cloud of diesel exhaust that shrouds grenoble.
I've flown to and from Europe quite a few times in the last four years, and generally find it to be a pretty uncomfortable experience (with the exception of that one time when I was upgraded to Business class!). Today however, I think I found the best economy carrier for long flights: KLM. In an unheard of occurance, all of the meals were actually very good and I might even have considered eating them outside of a plane. Things started off a little rocky though, since their video system wasn't working at all, despite a few calls to the IT guys back home in Amsterdam. As luck would have it, the Scottish guy sitting next to me on the plane was a video engineer and sorted it all out after fiddling with some cabling. I found it a bit strange that they didn't even acknowledge him. An eleven hour flight with no movies leads to some serious resentment of the nearest representaives of the airline = the flight crew; I know because I've been on a SGO-Paris flight where the projectors stopped working. While they were trying to fix the movie system (=cycling the power multiple times), I worked on a presentation on my powerbook until the battery went dead. Then I listened to my ipod until it went dead, and discovered that I have a battery problem with the stupid ipod now. One hour of listening isn't normal. I did manage to have kind of a freaky moment listening to Paul Williams/Blackalicious's Release:
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
Over the past several months I have nurtured two small tomato plants into massive and unruly tangles
held up with wire and duct tape.
today we ate the first tomato of the season
with Nyons olive oil, bread and mozarella. It kicked ass.
We went bouldering with Dave, Sandy and Dylan @ la Berarde today. There were lots of scary black clouds, but as we drove through Bourg d'Oisans, it suddenly and magically got very clear and sunny. We started with crepes
then hit the blocs. I finally did a project of mine from when I first got here.
dave
and dylan got his first taste of bouldering. ALLEZ DYLAN!
Chloe got back from Seattle yesterday after a long day of travel. In order to help her get back on the Euro timezone, I would periodically call her (I was at work) to make sure she wasn't sleeping in the middle of the day. As you might imagine, she really appreciated this and issued an ultimatum that 9:00 was "sleepy time". The announcement was accompanied by as hard a look as she could summon up, considering that she could barely keep her eyes open. I came to bed a few hours later and immediately fell asleep, which was a welcome surprise since I haven't been sleeping well lately. I'm kind of a light sleeper, so things falling, drunks yelling at the whores on the street etc all wake me up without too much trouble. I'm not sure when this happened, because I used to be a very heavy sleeper, and in fact slept through a fire alarm in college and was woken up by firemen at my door! Anyway, I woke up around 5:00 AM and heard a sort of a fluttering noise above me. I started drifting back to sleep again after not hearing it, and then heard the same noise, but much louder. This got my attention, and I started waking up. My first thought was that there was a huge moth in the room, but there was something about the sound that seemed distinctively un-mothlike. It was at this moment that I saw a large dark shape swoop in front of my face in one direction and then the other. This was no moth. Chloe was of course completeley asleep, so I woke her, told her to stay still, and then asked her to reach out to turn on the lamp. This precipitated several events in rapid succession: chloe's realisation that there was a huge bat circling our bed, a shriek, her running out of the room and me being left to watch the bat get very angry and start increasing the speed of its circling. Keep in mind that our bedroom is small and the ceiling is low. If I stood up, my head would be in its flight path, so that was definitely out. As it calmed down, it started flying lower which I did not appreciate. It would periodically try to alight on the side of the wall, but since the moulding is smooth, there was nothing to attach to. The clear choice was to coax it out of the window, but unfortunately our shutter is broken, so it can only make a space about one foot tall and five feet wide. Nevertheless, I pulled the blanket over my head, slid off the bed to the window, opened it, and slunk out from under the newly re-agitated bat (chauve-souris: bald mouse in french). I found that chloe had closed the doors to contain the bat (and me) in the bedroom, and after wrestling it open, found her in the living room with a knit cap on and looking frantically for the telephone number of animal control in Grenoble. I grabbed the camera and got a few nice shots of our friend before he or she finally found the small shutter opening and flew away.
I was reading an article on the neutron bomb today which mentioned a man named Curtis LeMay. I probably should have known who he was, considering that his fire bombing campaign was responsible for destroying my fathers house and most of Aomori during world war two. Anyway, I found a bio of him on Wikipedia and one particularly interesting quote:
"There are no innocent civilians, so it doesn't bother me so much to be killing innocent bystanders."
Yesterday I went to Monetier-les-bains, one of the Serre Chevalier towns to stay with my friend Francois and his wife Barbara, who have a chalet there. After having to turn back in Vizille because I forgot my @#$@ approach shoes, I finally arrived in Monetier at 8:00 pm. The Chalet is owned by Barbara's family and sees most of its use during ski season (all the children draw up a schedule and "book" it for specific weeks in the winter). During the summer, the main users are Francois and Barbara, Barbara's mother, and Barbara's Grandmother, all of whom were there this weekend. When you add in Francois and Barbara's three charming boys, the place was well populated: four generations of the family under one roof! The great grandmother, surpasses all the usual adjectives for someone who has been lucky enough to be aging slower than everyone else. "Spry" and "Alert" don't quite describe a ninety two year old woman who looks like and has the mental acuity of a sixty year old. She goes by the name "T.G.M.": Terrible Grand Mere, an epithet which she obtained by being a strict disciplinarian when Barbara and her siblings were young. She mellowed in her old age, but loves the title and is quite proud to receive letters addressed to TGM.
I arrived in time for dinner and after Francois and I chose a climb, we sat back and talked about the old piolets (ice axes) which he had hanging up in the dining room and about how he as a child had met all the french stars of climbing: Terray, Herzog etc. His grandfather had been a government functionary in Chamonix and knew all of those guys (some of them missing fingers from frostbite!) and introduced them to a young Francois.
Later that night, they offered my Genepi, an alpine elixir made from a plant that only grows at high altitude, and a small bowl of preserved griottes. Having never really liked Chartreuse, I declined the Genepi, but inhaled several of their fantastic home made griottes within a few seconds of their being put in front of me. A few minutes later I realized that the Genepi was not store bought, but homemade from plants that they had personally gathered. Obviously I had to try it. In spite of my aversion to sweet liqueurs, I have to say that it was excellent. The recipe is apparently pretty simple, although there are some variants and "secret ingredients". The hard parts are finding the plants and then getting ahold of pure alcohol, which they had obtained from a dentist friend. The dentist had initially been reluctant to give them any, since it might be illegal, but after receiving a bottle of home made Genepi he became a major supplier of alcohol in subsequent years. Barbara and Francois had found some of the genapi plants on a climb they did the day before, and were trying to get enough to make some of their own (It had always been made by TGM).
The next day, Francois and I set out for the Cerces to do la deuxieme Tour of the tete noire (???, 300 meters, TD+ ).After a very bad dirt road, and a flat hour long approach, we ended up at the base of the climb.
We were on the center pyramid, on a line that followed the arete which is on the border between sunlight and shadow
a tricky section, 4th (?) pitch
about to get on the amazing arete
three pitches from the top we stumbled on another Genepi plant
which Francois harvested
A team on the first tower
still going
On the last 3 pitches, the weather started getting a little scary, and La Meije was completely shrouded in dark storm clouds. We briefly considered retreat, but decided to press on since the rappels from the summit would get us to the ground much faster and more easily. By the time we got to the summit, the weather was fine again.
summit shots
A panorama from the top
rappels
Heres a big shot of the tete noire from the vallons
I found this page on the guide service for the ecrins:
http://www.guides-ecrins.com/rensei/tarifs.htm
the route chloe and I did last year costs 400 euro for a guide!
