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Monday, July 17, 2006 |
But let’s not focus on the negative. We should also celebrate the triumphs. I don’t know why Asian chefs feel the need to straighten out shrimp on a skewer, from the large panko-breaded scampi at tonkatsu joints to the delicate shrimp here. Maybe it’s because there is a hidden beauty in the shape of these decapod crustaceans that only the eye of one trained to bring out concealed excellence can see. The Fibonacci curing of an ordinary cooked shrimp has a certain beauty of its own, and it is natural, but straightened shrimp tell tales of loving preparation. Burp. Time for a beer.
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The grilled corn didn’t help our minds overcome either the bratwurst or turd analogies, but I’ve been saying for weeks of doing these menus that my desserts are ham-fisted. I rarely eat them and have no appreciation for their sugary presentation. This probably looks like an abomination to the menu creator, chef Corrine Trang. She definitely has flair – the pineapple in the chutney and the substitution of unripe mango for papaya in the salad was sheer genius. Dessert takes a trained eye and a delicate touch and I have neither. Still, I wonder whether the corn could ever fit in the dessert. Maybe hide it under the tapioca or have it as a side – far, far away. Next time (coconut milk tapioca is addicting, I’ve been scooping the leftovers out a spoonful at a time), the corn will be so far away that it will be served with the main entrée.
12:37:57 AM
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Dessert was already kinda ruined for me when I noticed that the grilled bananas looked like bratwurst, but Liz managed to do me one better by suggesting they “resembled turds.” Still, we bravely tried the tapioca.
With a little hindsight, I figured out how to avoid these unappetizing similes – next time, I’ll dust the bananas with some powdered sugar run through a sifter. That will make them look like confections, which they are. The caramelization from grilling intensifies the sweetness and these bananas were slightly over-ripe before they kissed the fire.
12:26:40 AM
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