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May 3, 2010 – Eat With Muldo

3 May

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Today, Ryan Muldowney of Muldo.net is my guest blogger. This is what he ate yesterday. In return, I am writing a guest post for him tomorrow. Check that out as well.

UPDATE: Here’s my post for Muldo.

9:30 am.

1 bowl of generic “Honey Bunches of Oats” with strawberries

It seemed like a good idea to start the day off right with a hearty breakfast.  Instead, I had generic cereal that I opened 5 months ago.  Unless the name brands are on sale, I tend to buy the generic brands since they taste the same for less in price.  I’m not a cereal snob like Jerry Seinfeld.

When I say the cereal had strawberries, I meant the freeze dried kind that came with the cereal, not fresh ones. Surprisingly, they were strangely chewy and the cereal was a little stale.  It was promptly thrown in the garbage even though the box is about 1/5th full.

12:20 pm

1 peanut butter and jelly on 100 calorie buns

2:00 pm

1 mozzarella stick

The mozzarella stick is a snack that has had a renaissance in my life.  It’s a kids snack that I used to enjoy for lunch as a child attending Catholic school.  They’re the perfect size, and are tasty.  Just don’t eat too many of them or you might end up having a run in with a nun in the boys bathroom.

One day, I was in the restroom after lunch.  I did my business and reached into the toilet paper dispenser, but nothing was there.  Panicked, my 6-year-old brain decided the best thing to do was to waddle to the paper towel dispenser without putting my pants on, and wiping in plain view of anyone that happened to enter the room.

I moved next to the sink and, seconds later, Sister Mary Jude came in and horrifically asked what I was doing.  I froze, and she made me clean up quickly and go back to class.

And that’s how a nun saw my bare ass.

4:15 pm

1 banana

I always buy a bundle of bananas when I go shopping.  They’re healthy and a good snack.  Without fail, there’s always one banana that goes bad before I can eat it.  Even though it seems like I eat them daily, I can never finish that bundle.  It would be perfect if I could make banana bread, but since I’m far too lazy to do that, they end up in the garbage.

8:00 pm

1 bag of shrimp stir fry

Again, I was too lazy to cook something home made, so I went with a pre-made, frozen stir-fry meal.  It includes lots of veggies and I like baby shrimp as much as any other red blooded American man.

I overcooked the contents in the skillet in fear of undercooking the shrimp.  The finished product was a little mushy, but it’s nothing that Siracha sauce couldn’t cure.  The package said it had 3 servings, but that’s bullshit.  I had to eat the entire damn bag to feel satisfied.  Sure, it was 90% of my sodium intake for the day, but it also meant no leftovers to put away and fewer dishes to clean.  I’ll take that trade off anytime.  It’s also a feeling of accomplishment to eat an entire bag of something in one sitting.

11:20 pm

1 handful of almonds

1 glass of almond milk

I concluded the day with a real hankering for almonds.  Unfortunately, I had no almond butter to complete the trifecta.  But two out of three ain’t bad, just like Meatloaf said.  Now that I mentioned it, meatloaf would be tasty right now.  Hmm.

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Feb. 22, 2010

22 Feb

10 am

1 bowl of Chocolate Cheerios

Chocolate Cheerios! In cereal parlance, Chocolate Cheerios is the equivalent of that upstanding Christian girl who, to retain her virginity for marriage, only takes it up the ass. Half of this cereal is the wholesome whole-grain goodness of regular Cheerios. You think you’re eating a healthy cereal that’s good for you, and according to the nutritional information, it is. Then you finish the bowl, look down at the milk, and see that it’s stained brown. And yet, you kinda enjoyed it. That, my friend, is Chocolate Cheerios, my new favorite cereal of the moment. Dang, Chocolate Cheerios, you a nasty one.

2 pm

Alcove Cafe & Bakery

blackened salmon sandwich

side salad

1 glass of iced tea

The horrible new HBO series How to Make It In America makes me want to punch a young person in the face. I’m 32 and not that old, and yet this show makes me feel cranky and senile. Paste Magazine parties! Models! Casual hookups with ex’s! Hey, we earn it by living in cramped apartments and barely affording food to eat. God, this show is so self-serving that even the virtues of being poor is handled in a smug manner. It’s like the other smug HBO show, Entourage, except without the insider-Hollywood feel and machinations. They just took the crappy parts of Entourage, plopped it in New York, and made a show out of it. Since The Sopranos, The Wire, Six Feet Under and Sex and the City all ended around the same time, HBO’s only been pursuing buzz shows, in lieu of actual substance (Big Love being their one exception. And True Blood is entertaining, but that’s about it). How to Make It In America is that philosophy carried to it’s most ludicrous extreme.

Eating at the Alcove Cafe in Los Feliz reminds me of How to Make It In America in a sunny LA setting. In other words, it’s like Urth Cafe in Entourage without the Hollywood gossip. There really is no better place to go to get a perfect sample size of young Los Feliz/Silver Lake types who are questionably employed. There are quite a bit of tattoos, skinny pants and sunglasses to wade through. Most of the dining space is outdoors, in an actual garden setting, with old mismatched furniture. It’s all carefully calibrated, but Alcove does feel properly bohemian. On a sunny day, there really is no better place to idle away an LA afternoon. Except on weekends, when everyone has the same idea and the ordeal in landing a tables is a pain in the ass.

With the idealistic settings and atmosphere, food was always an afterthought. They revamp their menu occasionally, but everything is still bland, overpriced and massively portioned.  I usually get breakfast here, but opted for the lunch special, which was the blackened salmon sandwich. It was probably the blandest blackened salmon I’ve ever ate. For a dish that’s supposed to be crusted with spices and charred, I don’t know how it’s possible for this it be a black hole of flavor. Yet they topped the sandwich with half an avocado, which I brushed aside for the salad. So my food wasn’t good, but it really didn’t matter when it was a balmy 70 degrees. There are a lot worse ways to spend a Monday afternoon.

7:30 pm

1 pan-friend chicken breast

side potato salad

1 can of Peter’s Brand Classic beer

Just because a beer is from Germany doesn’t make it good. Isn’t that right, Peter’s Brand Classic Dutch-style lager? In a more American analogy, if Pabst Blue Ribbon decided to be mimic Labatt’s, you get that shitty brand.

Jan. 9, 2010

9 Jan

9 am

1 bowl of Crunch Berries

The one thing that sucks about cereal is the powder at the bottom of the box when you get to the last bowl. It especially sucks for cereal like Crunch Berries. It’s like inhaling Pixy Stix, laced with LSD. Needless to say, I started my morning like this:

12 pm

tuna melt

handful of pretzels

1 can of Diet Coke

7 pm

3 eggplant slices with basil and mozzarella

side of tricolor fusilli pasta with tomato sauce

side of Greek salad

1 Trader Joe’s frozen creme brulee

2 Blue Moon Honey Moon beer

1 scoop of Ciao Bella blood orange sorbet

My friend Kim was nice enough to host a small dinner for a few friends. She made these eggplant slices topped with basil leaves that looked like a gondola with two mozzarella balls as passengers tucked in. The recipe came from some magazine, I think (Kim?) and it sure was tasty. She also topped it with a sprinkle of Hawaiian pink sea salt that punched up the flavor. Now I remember a simpler time when our only salt options were Morton’s iodized table salt. Now there’s Kosher, sea, Maldon, Hawaiian, gray… the list goes on and on. I have three kinds of salt (sea, kosher and pink) at home and none of them are from Morton’s. Am I happy with my more complicated lifestyle? Why yes. Sea salt kicks iodized salt’s ass every day of the week.

BTW, Kim and I realized that we are frighteningly good at the board game “Cranium.” I mean really, really good. We didn’t miss a clue until our piece was more than halfway around the board. So if you’re currently happy and content, I suggest you not invite us to play “Cranium.” We’d only upset your idyllic life by bringing sorrow and despair after the beating we’d inflict on your psyche.

Jan. 6, 2010

6 Jan

9 am

1 bowl of Crunch Berries

When I was still young many years ago, Crunch Berries and Cinnamon Toast Crunch were my two favorite cereals. The day I willingly bought Chex instead of a sugary cereal with a cartoon mascot was one of the most depressing moments of my life. When did I get so old? This bowl of Crunch Berries is a desperate attempt to stay young and relevant. Crunch Berries at 30, a Harley at age 40 and a 26-year-old UCLA grad school blond at age 50. That’s the plan, at least.

1 pm

Shabu Shabu Ya

7 oz. beef shabu shabu

1/2 can Diet Coke

This is the second time I went with my friend Candace to Shabu Shabu Ya, and each time, she points out that they raised the price by $4 or so. So what was originally a $10-$12 lunch special is now 18 freaking dollars. Over the course of a year! If a restaurant is jacking up prices like a payday-advance lender, then they have issues. Candace is friendly with the owners here, so it’s too bad they have to resort to such shenanigans to stay afloat. And with that, the $18  lunch special was pretty good and had WAY too much food. We should’ve ordered the cheaper options or split one order. Maybe we should’ve done that instead of hurling McCarthy-like accusations of highway robbery. This is why proper journalists hate the internet.

2 pm


1 grande nonfat caffe mocha

7:30 pm


truffle burger

hot potato slices

1 large bottle of water

1/2 bottle of cava

It drives me crazy that whenever you try booking a reservation on Open Table, they usually only offer 6 or 9:30 time slots, reserving the prime 7-8 pm dining hours for God knows who. That’s exactly what happened when I tried to book a table at Cube on Tuesday night. I usually end up going the old-fashioned route and calling a restaurant to make a reservation. As much as I like the concept of Open Table, a live human being is always better to negotiate a better reservation time. I also made reservations for Ricardo Zarate’s Hatchi meal at Breadbar. Same deal, only 6 pm was offered on Open Table, but I called the restaurant and got an 8:15 reservation.

After our meal at Cube, we ducked into The Tar Pit, the new bar/restaurant by Campanile’s Mark Peel which is right next door, but the place is both tiny and packed and it was too much of a hassle for a quick drink. We did see Los Angeles Mayor Antonio Villagairosa pulling up to the valet in his motorcade, pulling an illegal U-turn to do it. He was with his new news-anchor girlfriend, who is hot and also taller than him. He sure has a type, attractive news-anchors willing to disregard journalistic integrity to sleep with the mayor. Sexy!

Dec. 1, 2009

1 Dec

10 am

1 bowl of Reese’s Puffs

Aw shit, Reese’s Puffs. If Budweiser is the king of beer and Jesus is the king of kings, then Reese’s Puffs is the king of sugary cereal. As a kid, I used to take Cocoa Puffs and Peanut Butter Crunch and mix them together to enjoy the best of both worlds. Now the good people at General Mills saved me that hassle. I read the ingredients and they said there’s real peanut butter baked in there, but I honestly can’t taste it. I also can’t taste too much chocolate. Doesn’t matter. Whatever it’s supposed to be, it’s pure awesomeness. After you’re done with a bowl, the milk has a giant oil slick floating on top. It could kill as many baby seals as Exxon-Valdez. Normally the milk turns the color of the cereal. Not this one. It just oozes peanut oil. Who knew that it’d combine with milk to make a delicious morning cocktail.

1:30 pm

2 turkey mole enchiladas

side of Goya brand Spanish rice

1 can of Coke Zero

My friend Ryan helped me polish off the last turkey leftovers. He’s responsible for two of the blogs in the blog roll on your right, with a third on the way. He also contributed this guest post to my friend’s dating website today. What a whore.

7:30 pm

Chiu Song Loo

1 bowl of ja jang myun

1 can of Coke Zero

Ugh. My dad loves bargains, and he loves that this hole-in-the-wall serves ja jang myun, a Korean-Chinese noodle with black bean sauce, for $3. Normally, a serving costs $5-7, so it’s cheap to begin with. For $3, the noodles were insipid and the sauce was flavorless. At least it wasn’t too greasy. And it wasn’t horrifyingly bad. Just boring.

Korean-Chinese cuisine is fairly unknown among my non-Korean friends. They’re not a combination of the two cuisines. Rather, it’s a re-interpretation of Chinese food by Koreans that started about 100 years ago in the port city of Inchon. If you go to a Chinese restaurant and see yellow pickles, then it’s probably not really Chinese.

Ja jang myun, noodles with a black bean sauce mixed with a lot of cooked onions and some meat, is probably the most popular dish. The sauce is fermented, but the flavor’s not pungent. It’s actually pretty mild. Ja jang myun is derived from the Chinese noodle dish zhajiang mian, which has a lot less sauce and more meat. It’s a beloved comfort food among Koreans and the basis for a relatively new (about 30-years-old) Korean tradition called Black Day, which happens to fall around my birthday, It’s when single Korean people eat bowls of ja jang myun to either comfort themselves and/or wallow in their own misery. Do I eat ja jang myun around my birthday? Boatloads.

Other popular Korean-Chinese dishes are jjamppong, a spicy seafood stew with noodles, and tangsuyuk, the Korean version of sweet n’ sour with deep-fried pork or shrimp in an extremely sweet sauce flavored with either oranges or strangely enough, pineapples. I’ll eventually write more about Korean-Chinese food, and it’ll be better than what I ate today. I’m willing to splurge and pay more than $3 next time.

9 pm

1 cup of Dreyer’s cookies n’ cream ice cream

Nov. 23, 2009

23 Nov

8:45 am

1 Korean red bean pastry

1 bottle of water

12:20 pm

India Sweets & Spices

#2 combination (2 vegetable curries, 1 side of raita, 1 side salad, 1 chapati, 1 papadum, 1 veggie samosa)

16 oz. Diet Pepsi

Ah, my first day of unemployment. Do you know what my lunch options are since I’m no longer limited to an hour? ANYTHING I WANT. As long as it’s not too expensive. I have a ton of extra cash sitting in my bank account from paid out sick days and severance. It is really tempting to buy a $45 lunch at Fogo de Chao right now. Or even the lunch buffet at a strip club. Usually, strip club lunch buffets consists of boxes of Domino’s Pizza that patrons can help themselves to. It’s about $20/person, excluding lap dances. Right now, I can afford to splurge.

But I probably should be more prudent. Who knows if I’ll be blaming the economy for a lack of income in 6 months. Last time I was unemployed was two years ago, and I had a rotation of cheap eats around my neighborhood I depended on. Today’s entry is devoted to one of them: the steam tray lunch counter at India Sweets and Spices. $5 gets you a tray with two choices of whatever vegetable curries is on hand. Today, I had cauliflower and green beans, and paneer (Indian cheese with a tofu-like consistency) and peas. Also included is a salad topped with an extremely pungent pickle that I honestly have no idea what it’s made out of, a very tart side of raita, a heaping scoop of rice and a really rubbery piece of chapati (flatbread). Oh, and a fountain drink with free refills. Is it any good? Well, it’s $5. And it’s a LOT of food. But it’s also a lot better than what it should be for that price. An extra $1 gets you a horribly leaden samosa and a papadum (chickpea cracker) that’s like an over-sized Munchos chip. Another $1 on top of that gets you a pretty good lassi (a yogurt drink) and kheer (rice pudding). They have even better food that’s not in steam trays, especially the South Indian specialties. But, I usually just go there with only $5-$6 in cash at lunch. One day, I’ll have enough to buy a $7 dosa.

2 pm

1 cup of Dreyer’s cookies n’ cream ice cream

6:45 pm

Pork mandoo (Korean dumplings)

2 cans of Diet Squirt

10 pm

1 bowl of Boo Berry cereal with skim milk

Boo Berry! This was a sweet going-away gift from my former co-worker Robyn. Boo Berry used to be in every supermarket along with fellow dark breakfast minions Count Chocula and Frankenberry. Now they’re all really hard to find, which is probably for the best. I mean, Boo Berry is mostly sugar. And it’s purple. It is one of the tastier cereals with fake marshmallows though. Fuck Lucky Charms and it’s smug leprechaun. Your cereal sucks, just like Notre Dame football. I have one general rule about cereal with fake marshmallows; don’t eat it unless it has your name in it. So for me, Boo Berry is perfectly acceptable. Especially at 10 pm.

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