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Luxury, how I have missed you

It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of fine dining, and I realize now how spoiled I was to work in a high-end restaurant. Foie gras? Meh. Truffles? Well, sure. Valrhona chocolate everything? Sigh, if you must.

I know that it must seem like I live a semi-charmed life.  Fine dining, art auctions, and what I’m about to tell you – that yesterday, I attended a luncheon that cost $150-$500 a ticket – must make it seem like I’m living it up.  In reality, I’m one of the volunteers in the background who’s trading her time for food.  Actually, aside from the food, I really enjoy people-watching.  People-watching is always interesting, but people-watching the fabulous wealthy is such a treat. 

So.  Yesterday’s World AIDS Day luncheon at Cioppino’s was a lot of fun.  I’ve never been to Cioppino’s, but it’s well-known in Vancouver for having the best spaghetti a la vongole (that’s spaghetti with clams in white wine) in the city, and is perpetually voted “Best Formal Italian” in Vancouver.  Top it off with Pino Posteraro’s recent cookbook release, his winning the Gold Medal Plates in 2007, and his being voted Best Chef by Vancouver Magazine in 2008, and I hope you understand why I was so excited to attend this event.

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Fast food cravings

Every once in a while, I get this inexplicable craving for McDonald’s.  The thing that stops me is the memory of the acute physical reaction that I get about five minutes after eating it, which is a lovely combination of nausea and feeling like my stomach is full of golf balls. 

I usually crave very specific things at McDonald’s.  Sometimes it’s the pickles on the cheesburger, sometimes it’s a hot fudge sundae (my God, do you know what they add to the ice cream to make it soft serve?) and more often than not, it’s a Filet-O-Fish.  Most people think that’s weird, but it’s what my parents got me when I was a kid, and that branding experiment sure worked on me.

Thankfully, the craving usually passes and I can be rational about the whole thing. 

I’ve also really been craving an A&W Teen Burger lately.  That can probably be remedied by a trip to Vera’s Burger Shack.

All you can eat, without breaking the bank

In high school, it seemed like all-you-can-eat sushi was a pretty frequent activity.  It was probably a combination of having excess disposable income, a huge appetite, and friends with huge appetites.  These days, I don’t really eat enough to warrant paying the $20-$25 for what is sometimes suspect sushi.  Honestly, I’d rather pay for individual items that are well-prepared rather than pick from the pedestrian offerings of all-you-can-eat.

I was surprised, then, to find that the lunch version of all-you-can-eat at Tanpopo is a very reasonable $11.95 during the week, and $12.95 on weekends. 

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Damn you, lactose.

I’m lactose intolerant and it makes me sad.  I love a big glass of chocolate milk (who doesn’t?) but I’ll spare you the details and just say that it ain’t pretty.  I also love ice cream but it makes me slightly queasy.  Sometimes I’m a trooper and I suffer through the quease anyway.

The thing is, a lot of people use the term “lactose intolerant” to mean a complete abandonment of all things dairy, when they probably mean to say that they have a dairy allergy.  The two are not the same thing.  Fermented dairy products, such as cheese and yogurt, actually contain no lactose.  The lactose is gobbled up by bacteria during the fermentation process, so if you’re having issues with cheese and yogurt, the lactose isn’t your problem.  If you’re having issues with anything dairy-related, then you actually have a dairy allergy or sensitivity.

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New York goodies, day four

I was in New York for four days. This is what I ate on day four.

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