Rice cakes come in so many different types and shapes, with dry rice cakes being on my “oh heck no!” list, and with Asian rice cakes being the most familiar to me. To ask me which type is my favorite is like asking a parent with numerous kids which one is theirs, meaning… don’t bother asking. Mochi is the rice cake that we tend to purchase and eat often, and I’m a goner for mochi filled with anko (red bean paste). Continue reading
Word around Redmond is that there’s a good French bakery in town and testimonials from people who’ve patronized the shop and has become regular patrons is that they like the croissants, or baguettes, or macarons. Belle Pastry is the bakery in question — located in Bella Botega, at downtown Redmond. Very close to where we used to live; in retrospect, it’s a good thing that I didn’t know about it when we lived in the area.
I’m a croissant girl and our usual go-to place for croissants is Whole Foods Redmond. A cordial French-Canadian co-worker of The Hubby’s gave him a Belle Pastry croissant to be shared with me; I was touched and if it’s a plug for Belle Pastry, it’s a tasty and persuasive promotion for a bakery I was ambivalent about. Continue reading
When we were in San Jose’s Japantown three years ago, we looked for the grocery store I used to go to when I lived in Downtown San Jose, near “J Town”, as an undergrad college senior. All I knew was that the store was along Jackson St. The reason for the grocery hunt was that I wanted daifuku. Continue reading
It was a gray, dreary day in San Francisco. A first, since there’s usually sunshine shining down on “The City by The Bay” whenever we’ve visited. But during this past December, it was blessedly raining… raining and helping provide that area of The Golden State with much-needed water.
Our main purpose for being in SF that one rainy day was to visit a family friend. It isn’t always easy getting a hold of this busy Mom of two beautiful girls and also working to complete her California RN license requirements. Between juggling motherhood and demands on her schedule, Eva managed a get-together. It appears I’ve fallen under “demands on her schedule”, but just as well if it means hanging out even for a spell.
While texting and phone chatting, Eva asked several times where The Hubby and I wanted to eat, and The Hubby asked me the same question too as we drove to SF. My answers consisted of exercising my prerogative to change my mind several times in the span of 60 minutes. Maybe a rate of a different food type every 5 minutes or so. After driving about, and walking up and down Market St. (in the rain with one meager umbrella designed for one person but was being used to protect our friend’s gift), I thought of Chinatown. I imagined dim sum dishes stack high because I was ready for a rumble.
Cold weather? Check. Shorter daylight hours? Check. November? Check. Comfort food munchies? Check, check, check.
There’s something about the fall and winter seasons that psychologically prods some of us to want and maybe even need comfort foods. While I’m a noodle fiend, The Hubby loves sandwiches and wraps (Do wraps fall under the sandwiches category? Just wondering…), and he likes gyros with the same zeal as I have for two bowls of tonkotsu ramen.