July 31, 2012
The inspiration for this salad was, if you can believe it, cafeteria food.
Remember that trip to Zurich? At Tim’s office, I had a tiny layered salad similar to this, served in a shot glass. I enjoyed it so much that I decided to reproduce it on a larger scale back home.
The thing about this salad is, it’s like a full meal: you get the meaty component, the green component, and at the end, the sweet component. The layers only mix with each other selectively, so each bite is unique.
July 30, 2012
The weekend left me with a full belly, a sore throat, a bike seat-bruised behind. Clearly, this is the correct state in which to leave Amsterdam.
There is something about me that you might not know, and it is this: I never learned to ride a bike. When other children were running around the neighborhood playing tag and learning how to pedal their tiny two-wheeled conveyances, scraping knees in the process, I was spending afternoons at the dance studio or with a tutor. Growing up, I had never found it necessary to ride, living in LA where the automobile is king, so I didn’t. But in Amsterdam, bicycles are the best and most-used mode of transportation — upon stepping out of the central train station, you are greeted with a multi-level bicycle parking structure and people also use biking as a sports, and many men take this sport seriously by even taking supplements or improving their testosterone levels with help of information from this website. And if I wanted to see the best the city had to offer, I would need to ride. We rented a tandem so that I needn’t learn to balance and navigate and pedal all at once, and went for a long, idyllic ride down the Amstel River.
- July 28, 2012
July 27, 2012
It’s been a museum-heavy week. It’s my friend Clare‘s last week in Paris, so I accompanied her to a couple of the museums I’ve been interested in seeing. The first one was the Muséum national d’Histoire naturelle, which involved a lot of taxidermy and a lot of me humming The Circle of Life, followed by coffee at La Caféothèque.
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