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Having Sashimi For The First Time

As much as I love Japanese cuisine, sashimi is one of the few things that I’ve never gotten into. The thought of having raw fish was something that was hard for me to accept. I tried it once before but it ended rather horrifically.

On top of that, my experiences with salmon left much to be desired. I always found them more than a little fishy and a they have a very strong sort of flavour that I just could not enjoy. It wasn’t until I had that one lunch outing with my colleagues and my boss to a nearby fusion restaurant that I realised that salmon, when superbly fresh, doesn’t have that oily, fishy smell and the taste of the salmon isn’t very strong. However, due to the fact that the salmon has to be fresh, I don’t trust a lot of the restaurants that I go to, to serve really fresh salmon and knowing the standard of majority of the food places here, I’d rather not be disappointed.

Anyway, one Sunday while I was out with Dude and his mom, they got really fresh salmon at the supermarket and decided to make sashimi at home. I was expected to have some and no amount of begging and whining was getting me out of that. So I had to suck it up and try it.

slicing sashimi


Dude learned how to make the sashimi from his dad, who was entirely self-taught. I watched him carefully remove the skin and removing the pin bones from the fillet. Every single part of the fillet, except the pinbones, were carefully stored.

I’ve tried pan-seared salmon before, but it was a very, very thing slice. It tasted a not too bad but the texture of the raw fish was something that I needed to get used to, but I had that with lots of pickled ginger and wasabi, which I guess isn’t really the proper way to eat it since you can’t taste the fish.

sashimi slices

So when Dude presented the plate of salmon to his mom and I, I had no choice but to eat it since according to him, this not eating raw salmon is a deal breaker. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. The fish was firm without any fishiness at all. The texture of it in my mouth was not unpleasant but I wouldn’t say that it was wonderful either. I could feel the gag reflex starting but I fought it down and managed to eat another slice before I gave up.

Personally, I thought that the slices were a little too big for me but I would say that it’s an achievement for me to go from not eating sashimi at all, to eating two relatively big slices. It’s going to take me a while before I can polish off a plate like everyone else but doesn’t mean that I’m not game.


Little Cheflings, Blowing Me Away

I caught one of the last few episodes of the first season of Junior MasterChef Australia and like I’ve mentioned before, the skill that these kids show, totally puts me to shame. I can barely cobble together a meal without much preparation and effort. These kids make it look so easy!

Anyway, the second season has just wrapped up it’s episodes I think and I’m looking forward to watching that. Below is the promo for the second season. It’s got a spoiler for who wins the last season, so you might want to skip it if you don’t want to be spoiled.

The kids are inspiring and I hope that one day, my own children will be able to cook almost as well as those little cheflings.


The Deal With MasterChef Malaysia

MascterChef Malaysia

After watching a number of episodes from MasterChef USA and being totally blown away by the kids in Junior MasterChef Australia, I was relatively excited that they were going to have this somewhat close to home. For once, I was glad that I had cable and I was looking forward to watching it.

I didn’t catch the top 40 contestants but I started watching in earnest when they started with the top 24 contestants. After watching a few episodes, I have rather strong feelings about this show and they’re not what you can call as positive, mostly regarding the wardrobe of the judges. I’m convinced that the wardrobe/stylist person for this show hates their job because they seem to constantly dress the judges in some of the most fashionably questionable clothes ever, but that’s not the point of the show.

As with the other MasterChef shows, the challenges given to the contestants are not easy. With the different cooking styles of the contestants, they’re expected to make something delicious and looks nice. That got me thinking, how does one judge such dishes? Taste and beauty are subjective, differs from person to person. What is spicy to a person, may barely register to someone else (this I know very well).

In some points, I would think that MasterChef Malaysia is a little tougher when compared to the other non-Asian versions of the competition due to some of the ingredients used in the challenges, like snakehead (ikan haruan), shrimp paste (belacan) and even instant noodles, specifically curry flavoured Maggi (which is a sponsor). So how does one be creative with these ingredients when you’re given 2.5 minutes to grab other ingredients and then 20 minutes to an hour to prepare.

Would the judges accept the ingredients used in the traditional way? Like making sambal belacan and serving it with fritters, or other traditional Malay cuisines? Would they be marked down for that lack in creativity? Sometimes, I don’t know what the judges are looking for because they kept re-iterating that everyone didn’t understand the challenge and that everyone’s food sucked. So isn’t it their job to explain what the challenge is really about instead of just standing around?

It’s just too bad that the show’s done with their recording so no matter what the viewers say or comment about, it’s not going to change anything.


I Wonder What This Means

There’s a heavy metal double bill coming to town next year, with Judas Priest playing the same night as Lamb of God.

The last time LoG were in town, I had an exam that same night so I couldn’t make it. I was still with the ex back then and he wasn’t around either to go with me even if I wasn’t having exams.

Now, two bands that he introduced me to are playing in Singapore and I’m, frankly, not even excited. I love their music but the burning feeling to experience a true, blue metal gig is just gone. I rarely listen to heavy metal now too.

I don’t know what it means. What ever it is, I don’t really care anymore.


Would It Be Totally Scandalous

To attend a company function, themed “When I Grow Up”, dressed in a corset, with a skimpy skirt or tight pants and say that I wanted to be a call girl, just so that I can use my corset again?

Back view

Or, turn up in a white shirt, black underbust corset, pleather pants and whip, and say that I wanted to be a dominatrix?

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The underbust corset I’m talking about. Just pretend that I’m wearing what I described.

Too much?

You might be wondering why I’m rather hung up about wearing the corsets. That’s because I HAVE THEM! Also, I don’t get to wear them often enough.

That is, if I’m even going to this company function, since I’ll on vacation break during this time they’ll be having this thing and I may not be free to attend anyway.

Truthfully though, I don’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up. In fact, I still don’t know what I want to be.

What about you? What did you want to be when you grew up?


What Do You Do When Your Research Subject Dies?

The latest batch of mussels didn’t survive past a week and so I’m left feeling more than a little stressed and frustrated, so I’m going to take a little break to recover from this setback.

I’m going to get Obsidian Moon, Obsidian Eye by J. Damask, which is a continuation of Wolf At The Door. Both are available at Lyrical Press. I haven’t read urban fantasy in a while and I really enjoyed the first book.

I’m going to do a tiny bit of shopping since it’s been a long while since I’ve updatedy earring collection. Not that I wear earrings all that often now but whatever.

I’m going to read some comic books that I borrowed from Dude and going to lie in bed and catch up on some sleep. The last few nights haven’t been restful since my dreams have all been about mussels.

Then, I’m going to stuff my face with ice cream and maybe maple syrup, if I can find the real stuff.

I’m going to rest, relax and may be try to write since it’s been a long time since I came up with anything.


Not Feeling It

It’s almost the end of the second week of November and I’m way behind in my NaNoWriMo writing. Strangely enough, I’m not even fretting or even worried. I think that’s because I have something else to worry about.

I know I’ve been talking about my mussel project for ages and over the last couple of weeks, I decided to take some time off over the next few months to finish it and just get it over and done with. The project has been like an albatross around my neck that I can barely think about anything else or even muster up the enthusiasm for NaNoWriMo like I normally can.

I’m finally getting the stupid project started and I just don’t have the energy for NaNoWriMo. Those damn mussels sure take up a lot of effort.

So this year, like the last, the NaNoWriMo novel is going to get abandoned not even halfway through the month. I just need to get everything else in order and all will be good. I hope.