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a journal of the chaos (en cuisine) year

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 12, 2025 by xi'an

 Read La Fille du Grand Hiver (The Daughter of the Great Winter) by Isabelle Autissier (also a sailor who was the first woman to complete a solo world race in 1991). This is a novelised version of the story of Arnarulunguaq, who accompanied Knud Rasmussen on the Fifth Thule Expedition over several years, all the way to the Bering Strait. She died of tuberculosis the year after. (And will appear on a Dane banknote soon.) The novel is told from Arnarulunguaq‘s perspective, as she opens to wider possibilities, cultural diversity, and traces back her Inuit lineage along Knud Rasmussen. It is a beautiful travel story (and then some more), in the fascinating Far North, which further reminded me of a catholic missionary visiting our primary school in the mid  1960’s and giving a conference on the Inuits and their culture. I pressed my parents until they bought his book and read it over and over, probably the seed of my fascination for the Far North!

Mis-made both a vat of rice pudding—presumably by first grinding the rice grains as the whey did not get absorbed—and a vat of chocolate mousse!—by not melting the chocolate long enough—and another of vegan mousse—by failing to notice the chickpea water was salted and that my MIL’s egg-beater was broken (but I salvaged it into a decent mole, if not with 49 ingredients)! I also grilled panned hot chilis I had found on a local market, but they were so hot they made me cough and open all windows; they are now resting in an olive oil jar, to be soon tested!!! Rhubarb is back in the stalls of my local market, providing me with my breakfast spread for the coming weeks. I again enjoyed Toukoul’s dora wat on the night of the privaCI workshopt—a workshop that focussed almost entirely on contextual integrity, if with very little overlap with the BIRS workshop in Kelowna. And harvested as many cherries as possible from our fruitful (!) cherry tree (#1) before the local birds are them all.

Watched Black Doves, with (Bend it Like Beckham) Keira Knightley as the only recognisable actress in the set, a very cartoony spies series taking place in London at Xmas time, with funny dialogues and too good vibes that should restrict a viewer to watching the show on 24 December and no other day.

Brussels snapshot [jatp]

Posted in pictures, Running, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , on May 31, 2025 by xi'an

a journal of the [downgraded] plague and [mostly] pestilence year [from Belgium, w/o fries]

Posted in Books, Kids, Mountains, pictures, Running, Travel, University life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 2, 2022 by xi'an

While away for more than a week in Brussels, Belgium (for reasons I cannot reveal at this point!), I had various culinary experience ranging from terrible (in a ghastly Turkish pizza stand) to fabulous (at Ethiopian Toukoul), with a scandalously bland lamb vindaloo in the middle…

And found an historical (!) public swimming pool near my airbnb, namely the Bains de Saint-Josse, that dates from the 1930’s, with original changing cubicles where one can leave one’s clothes, great opening hours, reasonable water temperature, few swimmers, and cheap access. (The only negative point is the shallow end of the pool that makes turning awkward.) Which was fantastic as running options in the vicinity were limited and all involved 100% street trails.

Read Elder Race by Adrian Tchaikovski, Sharp Ends by Joe Abercrombie, and the first two volumes of The Scholomance by Naomi Novick. The Scholomance has a rather difficult start with a complex setting only described by an insider (although an outlier in the school pecking order), hence less inclined to details. Then the central character gets more attaching and then a bit too popular. The series is (again) rather too YA-ish for my taste, with the now common pattern of a coming of age in a wizard boarding school, just without any adult in control, which makes it a most bizarre school. However, I am rather shocked by how of little consequence deaths of students are, incl. for the central character. Sharp Ends is rather aptly named since this a collection of short stories, it is inevitably mixed in quality. The setting is the usual (and by now solidly established) First Law World, involving some of the most famous Abercrombie characters like Glotka and Logen Ninefingers. Some I felt like having already read in other books, like the final story, some were too light for grimdark, and some were going nowhere. But when looking at the original cover,  I seem to remember buying it at a farmers’ market in Northern California! And Elder Race is a short novel on a theme inspired from the early Ursula Le Guin novels, namely the impact of an “advanced” civilization on a less “developed” former colony. Where an anthropologist (an homage to Le Guin?) gets progressively involved in the plight of a population he cannot any longer treat in a clinical and remote way. The core crisis initiating this epiphany is however rather poorly constructed, as the “plague” impacting the colony merges too many tropes of the genre, while clashing with the overal rationalism of the novel. In addition, the depiction of the depression symptoms of the anthropologist is overdone.

Watched three episodes of House of the Dragon, none of RIngs of Power (so far). Lacking somewhat in scale (except those on the dragon), but with a brilliant actress playing Rhaenyra Targaryen in these episodes.

Insane craving for food

Posted in pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 18, 2020 by xi'an

Within a couple of weeks, I read two related US stories about ordering food from an insanely far destination, like hand-made frozen pizza from Napoli, Italia, or like one startup called Goldbelly ships frozen food made by some restaurants nationwide. (With a motto of Whatever [food] they dream of, wherever they are.) While I am not consistent in consuming non-local food and drinks, like my mass orderings of Italian wines and Darjeeling teas, and while I’d love to get a new taste of Toukoul’s Ethiopian dishes, a creamy sepia risotto from Da Franz, an okonomiyaki from any street stall in Osaka, and many many other dishes from all over the World, it sounds to me rather debatable to have a special single meal prepared on the other side of the World and delivered immediately to one’s table… Furthermore, one of the perks of dining at fine restaurants is exactly to dine at fine restaurants, not in one’s own room, and having starred chefs’ dishes ending up in reheated frozen plastic containers is certainly killing a major share of the experience.

Toukoul, Brussels

Posted in pictures, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 10, 2018 by xi'an

While in Brussels this week, I realised I was staying near a well-rated Ethiopian restaurant called Toukoul (from the name of a, Ethiopian hut) and went there early enough to secure a table before it got full. For plenty of good reasons as the food is terrific, with enough spice for the taste

to linger in the mouth long after the dish is gone. (Contrary to the few other Ethiopian restaurants I tested and tasted in the past months.) And plenty of injera available on the table. And a highly friendly service. A place to remember for future trips to Brussels. Definitely!