Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
I spotted it from a block away by the giant silver pig-shaped truck and the line doubled back on itself with salivating customers-to-be.
The owner was out schmoozing the line and answering questions. Nice guy, interesting concept.
I opted for the pulled pork sandwich with sweeter minimus sauce (maximus is apparently like two stars in Thai cuisine. The minimus is like one), no slaw, with a side of vegetable chips, which appear to be deep fried potato slices, green beans, beets, and sweet potato.
I also had a ginger lemonade, which struck me as just right, despite the owner's warning that some people found it too tart, others found the hibiscus nectar too sweet, and he advised that both just need vodka.
It was all delish and well worth the trek and line, although to be honest, they had me at deep fried vegetables. Menu, hours, locations and more at their site: www.maximus-minimus.com
NPR had an eye-opening story related to this last week about the anniversary of the Tiananmen Square uprisings. There were young Chinese who either did not believe it really happened or didn't believe their government would have committed acts of violence against its own people unprovoked.
This was attributed to the lack of accurate, information inside China about the event that hadn't been "sanitized" by government censors. It's not even mentioned in history classes! Amazing.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Seriously?! I don't even run a household for the leader of the free world and I would drop cooking nightly dinner in a heartbeat if I could, as I did tonight (Thanks J.!).
Are these critics for real? What's she supposed to do? After visiting schools, giving speeches, and hosting dignitaries all day, then prepping for the next day's work on behalf of the country and underserved constituencies, she should head to the White House kitchen and elbow the trained chefs aside so she can work a little Rachael Ray action, all before the girls are home from school? Puh-leeze. Has this been a big complaint of previous first ladies too? I'd bet the closest Nancy Reagan ever came to the kitchen was the tour on move-in day.
And I'm not even going to get into how this harkens back to time worn stereotypes and realities of Black women as household cooks in homes that weren't even their own.
As one of my aunts told me when I said J. does his own laundry, "Good chile. And let him keep doin' it. We've done enough laundry for men in our lifetimes to cover you and everybody else for a while." I'd say the same goes for women (of any race) and cooking, if they are so inclined.