Hong Kong: 5 days of mouth stuffing goodness

Once again, I must ask forgiveness for the long lag.  I am unexplectedly (over) employed so I haven’t had much time to devote to the ol’ blog.  But more on this job later when I figure out how to merge the experience of working on this medical show to food – hmm, we are what we eat?

Anyway three weeks ago, I found myself jobless and in Hong Kong.  It happened like this:  My parents and my sister and her family had long been planning on going to HK to visit my grandmother.  I’d just been back in October so I should spend the time “looking” for work.  However in a quick conversation with my mom, she told me they were planning on getting a formal family portrait while in Hong Kong and maybe I should just check for cheap tickets.  So, being the impulse buyer that I am I ended up getting a rather cheap ticket and convinced Shef to cancel her winter trip to Cali and come join the fam in HK.  So there you have it.  While it was a short trip, it was a sweet trip. In fact, it was pretty succulent and delicious.  Check out the full story/ photo essay.

Night time view of the skyline from the peak.

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Bread and Cheese in France – Where Life Gets Good

Ahhh…Bread and Cheese. The very basics of French Cuisine. If you head to your local Whole Foods and attempt to pick out a French cheese, it can seem pretty daunting, it seems like there are a million varieties and they all have names that sound funny. Likewise, it is nearly impossible to find a decent crusty bread, both in the US AND even in France. Either it’s uber-chewy on the outside and goopy in the middle or it lasts for less than one day and unlike me, you can’t bring yourself to eat an entire baguette in 4 hours.

Clarence, here’s what I’ve been learning: French people know where to buy baguettes and where to NOT buy baguettes. And ALL french cheese is good:)

(s’il vous plait, read the full story here…)

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I never eat French Food!

It’s my own fault really. I’ve been in France since May and mostly I buy fresh veggies, and fruit and cheese and bread (finally found a good baguette place…now I’m officially French).

The week before last I ate African food at a music festival in Marseille and just last week, I went to Morocco with my friend Jessica. In actuality, going to Morocco is quite the French thing to do: most Moroccans speak French as an official language (although never if they can help it- Arabic is king), and with Ryan Air, tickets were only about $60 round trip from anywhere in France. I could spend hours talking about my experience there – my trip through the old town “medinas”, our 4 hour train ride (sans air conditioning), the nice people we met (one who even insisted we stay at his house with his grandma), and all the wondrous and miraculous ways we got cheated.

But, Clarence, I’ll just stick to the food… (read on…)

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Notre femme en France, Channon H. and her first review from ze Continent…

Mesdames et Messieurs, c’est avec plaisir que je vous presente mon ami Channon. How that for some busted up French? Alright so check out my friend Channon’s first report from France where she’s spending the next five months living the good life. Be sure also to check out her blog, “From Right Here” for more detailed accounts and beautiful photographs of her time en France. But first, check out her first review…

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Cheryl and Mimi make dinner…

… while the men sit around watch TV and eat. Just kidding. Well, only partly. None of the menfolk (me, my dad, my brother-in-law) cooked that night (I but I did film them for the benefit of the public), but we sure as hell did eat. And delicious it was, as Yoda would say.

Alright, just so you know, I shot this over month ago at my sister’s house in California but due to various circumstances – actual paying work, moving to a new apartment, the fact that these vids take a while for me (Mr. Professional TV guy) time to produce, and I’m kind of lazy – I haven’t been able to put up these recipes, which I promised in my last post, until now. For that I apologize but I know all the 3 regular readers of this site will understand. My sister does her version of empanadas and my mom does her version of polenta. Ain’t globalization grand? Alright, without further ado, check out how my mom and sis do.

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