Saturday, January 26, 2013

Move over Olsen twins, here's the Onsen egg! Creamier, whiter, and cheaper, and you don't have to wait until they're eighteen.

I was reading about Uni Sashimi Bar's late night ramen menu because I really want to go to there at some point. Also I'm writing a piece about ramen. Yeah, yeah, I said "I want to go to there" and ramen and trendy bullshit and all that but I don't care. Ramen is awesome. Also I like puns and I like your photos of food and cats. I really do. I even like some of your children photos.

Some:


So on both of Ken Oringer's ramen dishes is an "Onsen Egg." I had never heard of this. YOU GUYS. It's a soft set egg traditionally cooked in a hot spring, in Japan, in its shell. Apparently the yolk is set but the white is not. To many this will seem like a travesty. Runny white? That's the frickin' stuff of hangover nightmares! Just watch this: At 6:11 Darlene makes Becky barf with tell of a runny white. 

Anyway, the Onsen Egg is explained here.

Until next time, I love you like this:

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Weeks two and three: cracking the shell

Weeks two and three of reading “Walking in This World” have been a very interesting endeavor. Cameron writes about difficult feelings bubbling up and getting our little soft boiled creative souls all oozy. She talks about the artist’s task being hard for some people to get into and I’ve definitely found that to be true. I had all kinds of excuses for why I don’t want to take myself on a little excursion.
This process has brought up a lot of anger, which Cameron addresses also and suggests we use it as a tool to be creative. I still need to dive headfirst into this as I was recently emotionally attacked by a “friend.” It’s a long story but it’s someone with whom I sublimated my creativity anyway and so, in the long run, it will really be a gift. It will be a gift because it triggered a part of me that carries pain from old wounds and then keeps me from being expressive and creative. So if I can help heal that part of me this time around then I’ll have a better chance of bringing about more creative hatchlings.
Right now my shell is a bit cracked but that’s okay because it means I can get at the oozy bits inside and help them.

Meringue!



This is an older meme thing. But since mine just happened to end up egg-related, it seems appropriate.


1. Go to wikipedia.org and hit Random Article. The title of the article is the name of your band.

2. Go to quotationspage.com and hit Random Quotation. The last four or five words of the last quote on the page is the title of your album.

3. Go to flickr.com and click on “Explore" -> "Last 7 Days Interesting.” The third picture, no matter what, is your album cover.

4 Use Photoshop or a free online photo editor like picnik.com to put it all together.

5. Post it with this text in the "caption" and TAG the friends you want to join in!

(photo by Mr. Flibble -- http://www.flickr.com/photos/flibble/)

Eggery

I’d like to open an egg restaurant. An eggery, if you will. At first I thought it should just be deviled eggs. Delicious, delectable, demonic treats. Satan’s ovules. I could easily nudge whoopie pies out of popularity and let eggs take their rightful spot on the cupcake-type trend timeline. And never let go! Precious yolk has its sights set on sweets and will take them down. The savory will reign again and bring its finger-licking vengeance upon the sugary! All hail the fruit of thy hen’s ovary: Lord Ova.
Before I get too carried away I should consider the rest of the eggery. There must also be an omelet station and a grilled cheese sandwich with an egg in it. Also I would offer a grilled cheese omelet. The ultimate stoner food.
There would also be items that are shaped like eggs but aren’t necessarily eggs. Not sure what those will be yet. Desserts? Cake in the shape of an egg with an oozing, yellow ganache inside? Yes. Yes indeed.
Now, I am a woman who loves puns but I believe that eggs are goofy enough that I would not be able to name my eggery something like “Local Yolkals” or “Eggcetera” or “Eggcellent Eats” or “Nicole Eggers’ Eggery”* 
*Not actually endorsed by Nicole Eggers. <----- this would be part of the sign. If I were punning. But I’m not, like I said. So there.
It would be funny if Nicole Eggers were vegan but I can’t seem to find any evidence as such. Dave Eggers, however, did co-edit Jonathan Safran Foer’s “Eating Animals,” in which Foer suggests one should not eat the animals. Which you would know unless you’ve been hiding under a side of beef since September 2010. I don’t know if Eggers eats eggs.
Other punny/silly storefront names I won’t use:
She’s got Leggs
Beat It
Don’t Fire Until You See The Whites of Our Eggs
Rivers of Yolk
Big Whimsy (I only mention this because I’m pretty sure on last week’s “Celebrity Apprentice” Gary Busey said this is what he calls his penis and I just have to tell somebody).

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Single cell

I'll start this blog by posting about my experience doing Julia Cameron's book course, Walking in this World, a journey for artists to foster more creative movement. Think of it like artistic ex-lax, though preferably less poopie.

It's all about creating (though never creationism, here). It just feels good to hatch new plans (har, har, I said "hatch." The egg puns will get old and be abandoned soon). Well, creation feels good unless it's childbirth and then it pinches a little, or so I've heard. Luckily none of my ova have been fertilized that way. So I'm into fertilizing my little creative eggs. I probably won't replace my own photo with that of my creative progeny, though. It would be hypocritical after silently razzing so many mothers who post their child's image as their own profile photo.

Sometimes I will literally write about eggs, singlehandedly insulting both vegans and creationists. Eggs can be transcendent too. And if you get that hollandaise right? Lady, that's baby-making music.