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Peru Part II: By the Way I Ate a Guinea Pig

So, if you’ve read my last post you know that I survived hiking the Inca Trail for 4 days. If you’re too lazy to read it, here’s a quick recap: Other than climbing a lot of stairs while chewing on leaves used to make crack cocaine, there was a lot of planking involved.

While we’re on the topic of death and survival, I also wanted to say that much to the chagrin of my lovely friends, who were too hypochondriac to even drink anything in Peru that was served with ice cubes, I ate a number of questionable items during this trip without having to ride the porcelain bus more than usual or having to be airlifted to the nearest hospital.

My number one goal before even setting foot in Peru was to try cuy, otherwise known to us Americans as guinea pig. Their role in Peru as pet or food seemed easily interchangeable. Given how plump and cherubic they looked alive, I was taken aback by how little of it was edible and how rat-like it looked on a plate. And yes, it tastes like chicken, a very skinny chicken. 60 Soles / $24 USD for one whole guinea pig, guts included.

I also ate a humming bird. To my delight, they were much meatier than guinea pigs. Just kidding. We didn’t eat this little guy. We fussed over him before he made a timely escape from us.

Moving on to less morbid subject matters! Italian food! Apparently Peruvians love extra cheesy pastas and pizzas. Italian joints can be found peppered throughout Cusco. At some point during my hike to Machu Picchu, someone tells me about the infamous Peruvian frog juice, also known as jugo de rana. It’s a mixture of…well…blended frog and fruits. After returning to Cusco from Machu Picchu, I set off to find frog juice but was derailed by my lack of Spanish speaking skills. Instead, I settled for a bottle of Inca Cola and some mysterious black tea (2 Soles / $0.80 USD). I should probably count myself lucky, as even the locals wrinkled their noses at the thought of this strange concoction when I tried to ask them where I could buy myself a swig. A breakfast sandwich purchased on the street just outside of San Pedro Market. (2 Soles / $0.80 USD) Lamb and mashed potatoes for just 10 Soles / $3.90 USD at the stall called El Sabrosito inside San Pedro Market. The mashed potato and the sauce were heavenly. We had a very fancy meal at a restaurant called Uchu in Cusco. Everything I ordered there was amazing except for what I thought would be the crown jewel: alpaca meat. It was too chewy and gamey for my liking, and this is coming from someone who craves duck liver pate on a regular basis. Welcome to your worst bread nightmare, the Tanta Wawa! The locals tell me that it’s Peruvian tradition for little girls to receive a bread baby on All Saints Day (November 1st). For some reason, little boys receive a decidedly less creepy looking horse-shaped bread as gifts to celebrate the day. Ironically, this was the only food I bought that I just couldn’t bring myself to eat. I guess doll heads are creepier than guinea pig heads to me. (6 Soles / $2.30 USD)

Last but not least, my favorite Peruvian fast food: Pardo’s Chicken!!! Freshly grilled chicken on a spit over a fire. If only all fast food tasted this good! I had it every single time we passed through Lima airport, which was very very many times.

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An Unusual Dining Experience: Museum & Aquarium Edition

4th grade field trip meets glutton’s heaven!

That’s the 2012 Foodbuzz Blogger Festival Saturday Dinner Gala in seven words. San Franciscans, if you’ve never dropped by The California Academy of Science Nightlife then you should. Saying hi to Claude the albino crocodile or watching star fish cuddle each other can become pretty exciting stuff with a glass of wine in hand. Dinner at the museum is unfortunately only available for private events. For more info on what I call cultured and educational drinking on Thursday nights, check out the museum + aquarium’s website here.

This year’s Foodbuzz “Treat Yo Self” Blogger Festival kicked off at the Starlight Room on Friday, followed by dinner at a restaurant in San Francisco of our own choice (we were each given a $50 stipend for dinner). Our group of fab bloggers landed at Jardiniere, a French restaurant located in the Hayes Valley neighborhood. I highly recommend the diver scallops, risotto and pasta dishes there. The service there is also excellent. I loved our waiters! Sadly, the fish and meat dishes they served were overcooked and left much to be desired.

Saturday was a blur of continuous eating, starting off with a factory tour at the Tcho Chocolate Factory in the morning. After consuming copious amounts of chocolate and feeling a bit intoxicated breathing in cocoa fumes for two hours, I pushed on at the Taste Pavilion where samples of food ranging from Three Brothers Ice Cream to Alaskan crab cakes were given out. After each gaining 20 pounds over the course of two days, we closed out the eating spree with the dinner gala at the California Academy of Science.

Oh, and the price for all of this? Grand whopping total of $30! Thanks DailybuzzFood.com!

Starlight Room: Roasted Beet Salad with Red Beet Paint, Roasted Piquillo Pepper, Marinated Cucumbers, Oranges, Carrot Ribbons, Micro Cilantro, Lemon Oil, Chopped Chives, and Sea Salt.

Starlight Room: Braised Wagyu Short Rib Stuffed Mushroom with Pickled Red Onion, and Ricotta Salata.

Jardiniere: Local White Sea Bass with Tomatoes and Shelling Bean Stew

Jardiniere: Braised Short Rib with Marrow Gremolata, and Consomme

Jardiniere: Duck Breast and Duck Confit with Turnips and Smoked Apple Puree

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Only the Best Ice Cream in the World!

No, not Bi-Rite. I know that we all just love standing in line for over an hour at Bi-Rite Creamery on a Sunday afternoon. Yeah, so there’s been a few Mark Zuckerberg sightings in that line. Big deal. OK, I’ll admit that I squealed like a little pig when I spotted him walking down Dolores Street for the first time. Anyhow, I know the routine. I’m not denying the fact that sitting in Dolores Park with scoops of salted caramel, honey lavender, and balsamic strawberry ice cream from Bi-Rite just puts a cherry on top of your pretty little weekend, but you really need to get your butt over to Humphry Slocombe and try their Secret Breakfast (one scoop for $3.50 and two scoops for $4.25, or if you’re extra greedy 3 scoops for $5).  It’s only the most addictive ice cream flavor in the world!

Bourbon and corn flakes are the two ingredients that go into this delicious blend. My only bone to pick is that they should definitely add more cornflakes to the mix. The crunchier the better! I’m not usually a proponent of mixing dairy with alcohol, especially for those afflicted with a mild case of lactose intolerance and Asian glow like me. Their red wine ice cream called Jesus Juice sounds as questionable as rapture believers, but one lick of Secret Breakfast and you will shed all your doubts. Now…where’s the sangria ice cream?

“But it’s so farrrrrr awayyyyy!” you cry.

Do I need to call the wah-bulance? Use your legs! Walk! Get on that pastel yellow cruiser you bought at Public Bikes that you named Holly and pedal your tush over there! Muni! Or god-forbid, drive and practice your parallel parking skills in the Mission! Enjoy the balmy 80 degree weather while it lasts because I’ll give the weather gods another 2 weeks before they start telling the fog to roll into SF again. It’s that good and totally worth the trek! OK, promise I’m done yelling.

Oh, and while you’re at it, ask the guys behind the counter to give you a sample of the prosciutto ice cream. I’m not quite sure what my friend Jen expected me to say when she asked me, “So what does it taste like?” I mean it literally tastes like ham. The anti-climatic nature of my answer and the pure silliness of it all made me giggle a little bit. I heard they sometimes sell bacon ice cream over there too. Do it.

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Me + Your Wallet = Moon Cakes In My Belly – W4M

You: Asian. Glasses. 5’8. Stood in line behind me at Golden Gate Bakery in San Francisco for over an hour. You mentioned Tekka Sushi, which I just absolutely adore, to the gal who was with you so I chimed in to pass time. She might have wanted to claw my eyes out for talking to you. I may or may not have continued the conversation just to push her buttons.

Me: Asian. 5’2. And apparently an idiot. After waiting in line for over an hour and finally entering the cash-only bakery, I realized that I only had $12 in my wallet. One moon cake at this ridiculous place was $8. I was on the verge of a meltdown when you gallantly came to my rescue with a $20 bill.

P.S. I had no makeup on that day. I swear I’m a different person with eyeliner on. Not to toot my own horn, but if you take off your glasses and squint a little I look exactly like Jessica Alba.

No really, Ray (that is your name right?), we may not be serendipitous soul mates, but if you’re out there somewhere, respond to the e-mail I sent you, so I can pay you back!

Honestly, I don’t even know why I stood in that dreadful line at the bakery because I absolutely hated moon cakes as a child and have stayed away from them ever since. The line was only exacerbated by the fact that Mid-Autumn Festival was coming up this weekend, and China Town was overflowing with festivities. For those not privy to Chinese holidays, Mid-Autumn Festival is a big deal. Back home in Taiwan, my parents, my little sister, and our whole extended family are probably BBQing, eating moon cakes, peeling pomelos, and moon gazing together. Gifting beautifully designed boxes of moon cakes to friends and family was common, stealthily re-gifting these boxes was also not uncommon.

Out of nostalgia, I decided to give moon cakes another try. The fact that I just happened to be a few blocks away from the ever-so-popular Golden Gate Bakery that day gave me another reason to swing by. Little did I know I would trigger a whole string of events that resembled a Craigslist missed connections ad.

I tried the taro, the white lotus seed, and the coconut mixed nuts moon cakes, the last being my favorite flavor out of all three. Let’s just say that the moon cakes from Golden Gate Bakery were good for what they were (I still don’t have a taste for moon cakes in general), but definitely not worth standing in line for over an hour or the embarrassment of borrowing $20 from a complete stranger. Let’s just stick to the egg tarts shall we?

More about Golden Gate Bakery here.
More about Mid-Autumn Festival here.

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Tokyo Part IV: Mont Thabor Bakery AKA Carb Face Central

On one of my last afternoons in Tokyo, my friend Andrew came home to the apartment and found me sitting in the middle of a pile of baked goods laughing maniacally. Buns, sandwiches, and pastries were scattered across the floor in their individual baggies. “I just wanted a taste of each one without spoiling my appetite for dinner!” I whined.

“What on earth?!” was his reaction. The disapproving but somewhat amused look on his face was akin to coming home to a puppy who had strewn toilet paper all over the living room.

It also wasn’t my fault that this 27 year-old man didn’t have a dining table or a single plate in his kitchen. Where else was I supposed to store my food stash other than on the floor? To which he scoffed in true man-baby fashion, “I never cook or eat at home. I just eat out.” I had no retort. If I lived in Tokyo, I’d eat out every day too, given that my wallet is fat enough.

My laughter gradually died down into a slightly embarrassed smile, “Well…I guess I went a little overboard.” There were only two ways to explain my crazy behavior. The first: When left to my fend for myself in Tokyo while Andrew was at work, I had unwittingly turned to hoarding food to fill that huge gaping hole we call loneliness. It had started out innocently enough. At first, it was a few packs of candy from those ubiquitous convenience stores in Tokyo. Then it was, oh let’s say, 30 bags of chips and instant noodles that I told myself I was buying to share with my friends back in San Francisco. The situation then quickly escalated to hoarding baked goods. Did I mention that it runs in the family? My dad is also a serial offender of bulk buying. A creature of habit, he has the tendency to buy the same polo shirt in multiples of ten. My grandma used to own a whole separate apartment just to store all the treasures she found dumpster diving.

The other explanation? Simply that I am a greedy pig. Mont Thabor Bakery was a wicked store of gluttonous temptations. A bakery located in the Azubu-juban neighborhood, it boasts a wide selection of freshly baked goods. Like a kid set loose in a candy store, I plucked one pastry after another off the shelves and ended up with two bagfuls of goodies that weighed heavily on my arms. Where else other than in Tokyo can you find noodles wrapped inside a pastry? My favorites were the blueberry taro pastry and the Hokkaido milk bun. Just heavenly.

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