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Saturday, 5 March 2011

Slow and steady richens the broth; Some not so sustainable dinners for less discerning diners...

So I was reading this article on treehugger.com entitled 'US Turtles Being Unsustainably Harvested for Asian Cuisine' Some people's reactions might me 'ewwww' Indeed after a sharp pang in my chest (in this instance guilt rather than heart- burn caused by the high fat content of turtle flesh) my reaction was 'Oops' I found that turtle (or in this case Suppon 鼈, or Japanese soft shell turtle ) tasted a lot like a particularly calorific tuna steak with an astronomic fat content. 


Origionaly a  treasured nibble of the Imperial court, Suppon cuisine has its roots in Chinese medicine and continues to be eaten by Japanese cancer patients for its miraculous properties. While fashionable ladies eat this for its skin  -rejeuvinating collagen some say Suppon is 'special food for men; 男性が食べたらもと元気になるよ'


Aside from quasi-medicinal purposes Suppon has crawled into the kitchens of humble folk which is why I can write this post. While not being one of the handomest bites the Japanese have seem to do a decent job in making it look presentable. Here's some holiday photos of a multi-course turtle supper;


第一血酒 Blood sake, actually didn't taste bloody, just boozey.




第二おつまみ-ひらめとふぐ Nothing goes better with blood sake more than aquatic nibbles; Fugu, flounder and Cod.




第三内臓刺身On our third course of sashimi of internal organs. The severed head-garnish added a 4 dimensional touch as it continued to twitch; clearly the master chef did a better a job than the guy in zombie holocaust. 



Nothing makes a heartier meal more than a heart!


第四--鍋 Fourth course of stew ( nabe is sometimes translated as hotpot) cooked on a table- top brazier. This contains turtle flesh with leeks and Tofu, quite rich. At this point a feel the need to efface my face in case turtle lovers hunt me down. I've already had one slap in the face as a result if this meal...well a boys got to eat.


Close up! neck or maybe a paw? note the high fat content.



第四鼈だしのゾウシ、写真無い Next course was zousi also called Congee in China. After the flesh was picked out the chef boiled rice in the remaining stock. This created a porridge which was served with takuan pickles. There were no pics so here's me with the leftovers; I used the shell as an ashtray for a while before it got too smelly... 




Well now you know where non sustainably sourced turtles end up when they're not beating up villains and eating pizza...

Friday, 4 March 2011

Will they be wearing it in Paris? Burkas; Dare to wear?

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Malaysian Fashion Show entry
Burka by MIA 2010 

                                                          Burka by Antoine Peters

Monday, 28 February 2011

Is it wrong that I'd pay good money for this?

So cute

'Its all about Blood and Oil' Oh and Techni coloured dreamcoats

As a former student of International relations (for those not in the know this is the polygamous lady of the academia who marries Political science with philosophy, Economics, History and God know what else ) I HATE hearing people saying 'Its all about Blood and Oil'.


I'm reminded of this only because its the title of the latest issue of the Economist and I still haven't got my free edition that the freebie sample website promised me. As someone who has pawed through political journals denser than dark matter in their literary style I hate it when anarchist hippy types say this as if they've just reeled it off a Che Guevara T'Shirt. Structural Political theories tell us its all about the 'over arching structures of governance' economics, governmental style, Post-colonial history if applicable... 


But In the context of current affairs I would like to add fashion and chose this as a topic of exploration rather than Blood or Oil. With Gaddaffi being ousted out of Tripoli its a bright time for Libya and a dark one for fashion. Obviously this is all enormously serious as the monster, who is 'certainly not in Venezuela' is responsible for Genocide and openly colluded with fellow tyrants such as Idi Amin. However, he's iconic oddness is subject of Asian Dub foundation's electro Opera 'Gadaffi a Living Myth' (see link) and his Nazi/ Beduin chic was subject an article in Vanity Fair, August 2009 .

Certain tedious theorists write of political thought as an extension of the human condition, similarly Wilde (a pioneer of women's dress reform) apparently described fashion as wearing your thoughts. Lasts years AfriPOP range didn't make it beyond NY Fashion week 10 catwalks, but Gaddaffi as a supporter of Pan- Africanism, seems to have created something new and sustainalble that creates a sense of identity whilst supporting local industries. A shame the same can't be said of western suites... Gandhi with his homespun might agree. Kimono's, Sari's and Kebaya's are considered respectable formal wear for ladies, which maybe hints at gender specific bias towards westernisation, which Gaddaffi seems to break. Author Rob Trubshaw links this to the notion of folklore (and therefore folk custumes) not applying to Western Europeans as folklore studies were mainly written in the colonial era in the context of quaint natives who were colonised 'others'. In the context of the contracted 'Orient' Edward Said might go further and describe this as feminising.I think its an awefull shame that most of us don't wear folk costume. Oh well, at least the Middle East will soon be rid of one more monster.


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Boredom and the art of blogging

So someone special told me that by writing where I have audience I will eventually gain a literary style and will be capable of writing in a fluid whitty manner. Apart from my desire to be a better writes that people might actually want to hire for the job, this exploration is fueled by my enormous boredom.  Blogging for me poses a few problems;  Being on line, blog content is a bit more open so I will have to omit the dozens of pornographic sketches that litter my diary. More importantly being able to write in this way needs some sense of a self importance (as in pubescant teen diaries ) which I don't have as I hardly take my self that seriously. As I'm not hiding from the Nazi occupiers in an Amsterdam attic or plan to drown my self with a pocket full of rocks I doubt very much that I'll have much to write about. In conclusion anyone reading will be subjected to a blog thats not about anything much and contains no phallic sketches. Shame.