The Omnivore’s Hundred

1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating (altho I can't seem to cross out)
(Via)

1. Venison
2. Nettle tea
3. Huevos rancheros
4. Steak tartare
5. Crocodile
6. Black pudding
7. Cheese fondue
8. Carp
9. Borscht
10. Baba ghanoush
11. Calamari
12. Pho
13. PB&J sandwich
14. Aloo gobi
15. Hot dog from a street cart
16. Epoisses
17. Black truffle
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes
19. Steamed pork buns
20. Pistachio ice cream
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries
23. Foie gras
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn, or head cheese
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper
27. Dulce de leche
28. Oysters
29. Baklava
30. Bagna cauda
31. Wasabi peas
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
33. Salted lassi
34. Sauerkraut
35. Root beer float
36. Cognac with a fat cigar
37. Clotted cream tea
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O
39. Gumbo
40. Oxtail
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects
43. Phaal
44. Goat’s milk
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more
46. Fugu
47. Chicken tikka masala
48. Eel
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin
51. Prickly pear
52. Umeboshi
53. Abalone
54. Paneer
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
56. Spaetzle
57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8% ABV
59. Poutine
60. Carob chips
61. S’mores
62. Sweetbreads
63. Kaolin
64. Currywurst
65. Durian
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
68. Haggis
69. Fried plantain
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette
71. Gazpacho
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe
74. Gjetost, or brunost
75. Roadkill (no way)
76. Baijiu
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
78. Snail
79. Lapsang souchong
80. Bellini
81. Tom yum
82. Eggs Benedict
83. Pocky
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.
85. Kobe beef
86. Hare
87. Goulash
88. Flowers
89. Horse (no thanks)
90. Criollo chocolate
91. Spam
92. Soft shell crab
93. Rose harissa
94. Catfish
95. Mole poblano
96. Bagel and lox
97. Lobster Thermidor
98. Polenta
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
100. Snake

Things that go crash bang clink clunk screee in the dark

At 330 this morning, I was startled out of an oddly pleasant dream in which I had turned into a fish while swimming in a lake. The clunk clunks and clink clinks of chains and heavy machinery made me think of Jacob Marley coming for Ebenezer. The noise finally died down and I went back to sleep, first checking to make sure I wasn’t hearing the voice of the Great Gonzo.

And then just some few hours later, at about 7, when I was up and about, preparing my lunch and breakfast, the great machinery came a-clunking back.

So where did they go for those few hours? For an early morning walk-a-jog around Bukit Timah? To have an early breakfast of nuts and bolts with their heavy machinery friends working at the disaster zone that is Farrer Road?

We will never know the mysteries of the lives of heavy machinery. if only they would learn to tiptoe.

up to my ears

in urban conservation research. It is admittedly a better research topic than 'public geographies' (don't ask), except for when I had to write a summary on 'Economics of urban conservation'.

Life otherwise has been the usual heave-ho. Not very exciting stuff for a blog. So let me point you to another blog that has been entertaining me with their too-seldom posts. I give you Corpus Libris.

And now, as I return to the cave of books, annual reports, government reports, journal articles and other delightful whats-its, I bid you a good weekend.

we two

There were no rings exchanged, and our vows were thought of on the spot, but there were smiles, laughter, great food and wine, and more importantly, our family and friends were there to witness the solemnisation of our marriage.



The private dining room at Brown Sugar was done up far better than I expected. It was cosy and romantic, far from the room I saw several months ago in daylight.





It was a small affair as the room only seats 24 people, but there was space for this little fella who was cooed over by all.





I think people enjoyed the food - there was plenty of it, and it wasn't too extravagant or rich.








Although the sticky date pudding was a bit too sweet - the pudding itself was fine, but it would've been better without the butterscotch sauce.


It was a great night. It could not have been any better.



And in all too short a time, R was off again, flying back to SF on Sunday. I'm back at work tomorrow or so, if this cold finally blows over. It was an intense two weeks - meeting parents, parents meeting parents, meeting friends, verifying our documents at the Registry of Marriages, buying gifts, making sure the details of the solemnisation dinner worked out well, eating out, eating in, being locked in at couples' boot camp for the weekend (otherwise known as Engaged Encounter), meeting more friends, meeting parents again, going to the doctor (twice). But we managed to find time for each other.

On Sunday, I waved to him as he walked into the departure area, knowing that he'll be back again in December and that this was the last of our airport goodbyes, for we finally take our first flight together in January!