<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:31:44.921-07:00</updated><category term='fun'/><category term='london'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='review'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='providence'/><title type='text'>the tummies</title><subtitle type='html'>and their eating adventures from all over the world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ms tummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14897714877114909490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-3764121394357072985</id><published>2009-10-18T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:45:57.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To ponder on when you're eating chicken</title><content type='html'>"A man will sometimes waste his whole life on the development of one &lt;br /&gt;part of his body - the wishbone." -Robert Frost&lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;   from &lt;a href="http://shirlene.posterous.com/to-ponder-on-when-youre-eating-chicken"&gt;Shirlene's posterous&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-3764121394357072985?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/3764121394357072985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=3764121394357072985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/3764121394357072985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/3764121394357072985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-ponder-on-when-you-eating-chicken.html' title='To ponder on when you&amp;#39;re eating chicken'/><author><name>ms tummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14897714877114909490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-1649404106049140482</id><published>2009-08-13T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:46:55.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm lovin' it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/shirlene/H5aRj6A959YxodnlKNGKsCRckLUZAzM4buhIA7I7Ju3PVV9KbRkkb40sXg0Y/mega_tamago_01.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/shirlene/EzBklutPxmEEJa9CY3zr778nufVXIFY1iL6rzCMxGLTgPoLQYMD0AonBOPVE/mega_tamago_01.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" height="524"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know if this is real, but if it is... *goggles*&lt;p /&gt;Another terrible food choice brought to you by McDonald&amp;#39;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcdonalds.co.jp/sales/new/mega_tamago/"&gt;http://www.mcdonalds.co.jp/sales/new/mega_tamago/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;   from &lt;a href="http://shirlene.posterous.com/im-lovin-it-2"&gt;Shirlene's posterous&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-1649404106049140482?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/1649404106049140482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=1649404106049140482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/1649404106049140482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/1649404106049140482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-lovin-it.html' title='i&amp;#39;m lovin&amp;#39; it'/><author><name>ms tummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14897714877114909490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-2495425768807715992</id><published>2009-03-29T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:55:22.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>
Humphry Slocomb - crazy ice cream   </title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humphryslocombe.com/|_Home_|.html"&gt;http://www.humphryslocombe.com/|_Home_|.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A selection of their flavours:&lt;br /&gt;Balsamic caramel&lt;br /&gt;Blue Bottle Vietnamese coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foie gras&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green tea-black sesame&lt;br /&gt;  Honey &lt;i&gt;thyme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McEvoy olive oil&lt;br /&gt;Oolong&lt;br /&gt;Pink grapefruit &lt;i&gt;tarragon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pistachio-bacon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret breakfast (I&amp;#39;ve heard that this = bourbonne + cornflakes !!!)&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry candied jalapeno&lt;br /&gt;“Red hot” banana&lt;br /&gt;  White chocolate lavender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I have a Foie gras and Pistachio-Bacon ice cream, please? I&amp;#39;m sold. Definitely to try when I&amp;#39;m back in CA.&lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;   from &lt;a href="http://thetummies.posterous.com/humphry-slocomb-crazy-ice-crea-0"&gt;the tummies&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-2495425768807715992?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/2495425768807715992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=2495425768807715992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/2495425768807715992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/2495425768807715992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2009/03/humphry-slocomb-crazy-ice-cream.html' title='&#xA;Humphry Slocomb - crazy ice cream   '/><author><name>ms tummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14897714877114909490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-3578952602536749675</id><published>2009-03-29T04:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T04:51:12.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>
If You Knew Sushi  </title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.vanityfair.com/images/culture/2007/06/cuar01_sushi0706.jpg" height="304" width="493" /&gt;&lt;div class="posterous_quote_citation"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2007/06/sushi200706?printable=true&amp;amp;currentPage=all"&gt;vanityfair.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;"The difference between a bad sushi joint and a good sushi joint is: at a good sushi joint the sweetness of the sushi doesn't challenge the taste of the fish. The difference between a good sushi joint and a very good sushi joint is: at a very good sushi joint the sweetness of the sushi doesn't challenge the taste of the fish, and the fish is very good. The difference between a very good sushi joint and a great sushi joint is: at a great sushi joint the sweetness of the sushi doesn't challenge the taste of the fish, the fish is excellent, and, piece after piece—sushi should never be served more than one piece at a time; each piece should come freshly made directly from the chef's hands to you—the meal unfolds in a concert of many varied tastes, some delicate and some strong, all in a sequence of subtle harmony and balance that leaves you exquisitely satisfied, in a way that Mrs. Paul never could." &lt;p&gt;Anyone has spare tickets from Singapore to Tokyo lying around?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;   from &lt;a href="http://shirlene.posterous.com/if-you-knew-sushi-0"&gt;Shirlene's posterous&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-3578952602536749675?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/3578952602536749675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=3578952602536749675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/3578952602536749675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/3578952602536749675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-knew-sushi.html' title='&#xA;If You Knew Sushi  '/><author><name>ms tummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14897714877114909490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-4662620378807684635</id><published>2009-03-27T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:12:49.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sushi and fish curry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/thetummies/EfqIIcFZBKgaGXeKgOuQHe7wKucss8D5SmdIV8cLWIEQx6a9oYFxIAOLkHBT/IMG_9470.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/thetummies/r7bH6PiMVscIm0PLtbL7YD0ZPciUGyJt1jBl0g7FvzIPfHVg5ImrjAO5cNCj/IMG_9470.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Guess which one is which. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Banana Leaf Apolo Indiant Restaurant from Street Directory" href="http://www.streetdirectory.com/restaurants/singapore/reviews/location-The_Banana_Leaf_Apolo-510.php" target="_blank"&gt;The Banana Leaf Apolo Indian Restaurant@ Little India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Address: Little India Arcade #01-32, 48 Serangoon Rd, S217959&lt;br /&gt;Opening Hours: Daily 10:30am - 10:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Telephone: 62971595&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;   from &lt;a href="http://thetummies.posterous.com/sushi-and-fish-curry"&gt;the tummies&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-4662620378807684635?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/4662620378807684635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=4662620378807684635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/4662620378807684635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/4662620378807684635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2009/03/sushi-and-fish-curry.html' title='sushi and fish curry'/><author><name>ms tummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14897714877114909490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-7130770188585760230</id><published>2007-12-06T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:50:20.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nahar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(I had to control myself from devouring this immediately without documenting it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1fBcWxXXUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wfKZ6oUDLrA/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140790192559840578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1fBcWxXXUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wfKZ6oUDLrA/s320/P1010045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(note the Teh Tarik lurking in the top right corner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1fBcmxXXVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/I0CdSwZ7xbY/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140790196854807890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1fBcmxXXVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/I0CdSwZ7xbY/s320/P1010046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Assorted kuehs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1fBc2xXXWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/q6JJTJAfksM/s1600-h/P1010047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140790201149775202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1fBc2xXXWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/q6JJTJAfksM/s320/P1010047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A friend brought me to this place last week near Paddington station, apparently an institution among Malaysian students here in London (he was formerly one). After experiencing it for myself first hand, I fully understand why. It's tucked away in the lower ground floor of a non-descript building that almost feels like a secret club given how little indication from the outside there is of this wonderful establishment. They actually do have a menu on street level, but given that you have to look down to see the door (and that it's a white piece of paper on a white background), most people probably just walk past without even noticing it's there save for the amazing aromas that seem to mysteriously appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stepping inside was like defying the space time continuum. I honestly felt like I was transported back home into a nice homely Malay style canteen inclusive of metal serving counter with trays of assorted dishes for you to choose with your rice. It's extremely reasonably priced given how much you usually have to pay for a quality meal here in London. They have a pretty extensive menu (you name it, they probably have it) but my hunger dictated that I would have to go for the Nasi Campur option if I didn't want to faint before the food arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was amazed that they had those nice tacky "fake banana leaf" plates on which to serve the food. It just added to the experience. I chose 3 meats (fried chicken, lamb curry, sotong) and a veg along with a teh tarik. The teh wasn't quite as frothy as I had hoped but the rest of the meal was so amazing I won't hold that against them. I polished all of that off in record time. Really good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For dessert, we ordered some kuehs. Haven't had these in such a long time that I can't quite remember what the names are. All I know is that the coconut filling in the green one was delicious. Usually dessert tends to finish off the meal. This dessert made me hungry for even more! Needless to say, I'll be back again. This place is a keeper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-7130770188585760230?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/7130770188585760230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=7130770188585760230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/7130770188585760230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/7130770188585760230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/12/nahar.html' title='Nahar'/><author><name>Student of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1fBcWxXXUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wfKZ6oUDLrA/s72-c/P1010045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-1810936666492788151</id><published>2007-12-05T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T02:51:26.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Market Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1Z9VmxXXSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/BefTCTR_dK4/s1600-h/RIMG0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140433834828324130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1Z9VmxXXSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/BefTCTR_dK4/s320/RIMG0573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behold... the double chorizo sandwich from Brindisa in Borough Market! *gasps of delight*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This mouthwatering sandwich is stuffed with 2 sliced and flame-grilled chorizos, rocket, grilled sweet red peppers and served in an olive oil drizzled toasted bun. The combination of flavours is something that has to be tried to be believed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a combination of the saltiness and spicyness of the chorizo with the bitterness of the rocket with the sweet juicyness of the red peppers and the bread that holds it altogether with its understated blandness (given the taste sensation overload of the other ingredients!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have been warned... it can get pretty messy as the oil from the chorizo (oh so good) does tend to try to escape from the sides as you bite into it. Best to have a lot of napkins and remember not to wear a light coloured shirt. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure if they serve this on weekdays but definitely go on Saturday when you can really sample the rest of Borough Market as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140436502003014962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1Z_w2xXXTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jW6KcJSxk1I/s320/RIMG0588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These guys make arguably the best Brownies in London (and it shows given the multitude of stands they have at various weekend markets across London). Just looking at that huge construction of Brownie makes my mouth water. They call it the "Ultra Chocolate Brownie" and advertise it by saying it's only £1.50 for an indulgence (recently I think they've raised the price to £2... boo) Many a people have succumbed to its rich chocolatey charms. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, my personal highlight is the Banana Almond cake to the right of Mount Brownie. You can really taste the banana in the cake and it is oh so moist. Personally, I quite like having one of the edges so that you can get a bit of the crust which adds another dimension of flavour and texture. Why is this my highlight instead of the Brownie? Hear me out...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the Brownie, because it's so rich, you feel slightly "jelat" (translated to the point of decreasing marginal utility... gotta love Econ) if you've eaten the whole thing all at once. Trust me, it's really really hard not to eat it all at once when you've started. It's a fantastic Brownie but in my opinion it's one for sharing. However, the Banana Cake can be eaten by yourself all on it's own in one sitting without any ill effects and with you still buzzing for more. It just doesn't have that richness which makes it too heavy and you might just be able to convince yourself that it's healthy since it's made from banana and banana is a fruit. (1 of your 5 daliy servings perhaps?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-1810936666492788151?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/1810936666492788151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=1810936666492788151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/1810936666492788151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/1810936666492788151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/12/brindisa-borough-market.html' title='More Market Food'/><author><name>Student of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1Z9VmxXXSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/BefTCTR_dK4/s72-c/RIMG0573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-9047718451133420000</id><published>2007-12-04T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T15:08:14.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Recollection of Turkey Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XYhGxXXNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9Jz3B4xXuT8/s1600-h/RIMG0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140252612978236626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XYhGxXXNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9Jz3B4xXuT8/s320/RIMG0749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tummies decided to splurge the cash on this one. It's situated pretty much right in the middle of Cappadocia. You can't miss it. Looked like quite a fancy place and we weren't quite sure what to expect. We didn't quite know what Anatolian cuisine was. Always good to know that it's been recommended by the Lonely Planet and rated in the Top 5 in Turkey. They do need someone to check their spelling though. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XYhWxXXOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QxWoJK6oes0/s1600-h/RIMG0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140252617273203938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XYhWxXXOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QxWoJK6oes0/s320/RIMG0752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always a good sign when the bread is good. Warm and light. Loved the wonderful presentation of the oil, spices and butter.  Not quite sure what's in the spice mix but it was wonderfully tasty and definitely whet the appetite further.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XYh2xXXPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/90cEm_E6fUk/s1600-h/RIMG0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140252625863138546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XYh2xXXPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/90cEm_E6fUk/s320/RIMG0753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our meze starter was a delightful plate full of different colours and flavours. Can't quite remember what everything was but I know there was yoghurt somewhere, walnuts, dill, tomatoes, aubergines, chicken. Excellent complement to the warm bread. The small portions meant that we were able to try a little bit of everything without spoiling our appetite for what was yet to come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XYiGxXXQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YM_rXo31tBk/s1600-h/RIMG0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140252630158105858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XYiGxXXQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YM_rXo31tBk/s320/RIMG0754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XYiWxXXRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rnHgwCR3OJA/s1600-h/RIMG0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140252634453073170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XYiWxXXRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rnHgwCR3OJA/s320/RIMG0755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both these dishes were lamb cooked to perfection. Tender, juicy and ever so slightly pink on the inside. Once again, the rice was immaculate. No wonder some people can just eat the rice and nothing else (but why would you? there's so much other good dishes to accompany the rice!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The perfect meal to bid farewell to Cappadocia as we left for Istanbul that night where the tummies went hunting for even more good food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-9047718451133420000?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/9047718451133420000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=9047718451133420000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/9047718451133420000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/9047718451133420000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/12/recollection-of-turkey-part-2.html' title='A Recollection of Turkey Part 2'/><author><name>Student of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XYhGxXXNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9Jz3B4xXuT8/s72-c/RIMG0749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-2067131380617885432</id><published>2007-12-04T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T14:26:21.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Recollection of Turkey Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The tummies took a trip to Turkey and Italy over the summer and naturally continued their food adventures there. Unfortunately, we weren't able to log all the wonderful meals along the way in real time due to patchy internet connections and wanting to be outside soaking in the sights and sounds while we were there instead of being holed up in a room typing on a computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Needless to say, inertia set in after we returned and we never quite got down to it. Still, I know the tummies definitely look back with fond memories on what has got to be 2 of the outstanding cuisines in world culture. Here are some of the highlights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140238104578710610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XLUmxXXFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ldud6rfDD_o/s320/RIMG0540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apple tea would soon become one of the simple pleasures that we would enjoy on a regular basis. Something to just sit back and relax with and for a much needed pick me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140239109601057890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XMPGxXXGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YO1gnaI8JJg/s320/RIMG0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140239118190992498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XMPmxXXHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gcaUtJhZADs/s320/RIMG0629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140239131075894402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XMQWxXXII/AAAAAAAAAFU/-oTeAtu6RrI/s320/RIMG0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Can't quite remember what these were called but the first dish (with the rice) tasted a bit like a bolognese sauce while the second dish was a stew. Something has to be said about Turkish rice. It is absolutely delicious! What is the secret? Potentially butter and salt... (Mr Tummy faints)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140240788933270674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XNw2xXXJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bZA-0CjDpSU/s320/RIMG0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;No visit to Turkey would be complete without having a kebab. This is afterall, the country that gave us this wonderful meaty wrap which unfortunately has been copied poorly in various parts of the world. (Mr Tummy has suffered through a few of them and lived to tell the tale)&lt;br /&gt;When done properly, it can only be described as deeply satisfying. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140240827587976354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XNzGxXXKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YWcSmlzhgOk/s320/RIMG0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since we were going to Italy next, it made sense that we try the local "pizza" to see how it matched up. Much more meaty here and with a lot less cheese and tomato but still a great meal. The dough is very thin but has a nice bite to it. Very dangerous because you can end up eating a lot of this without realising it! (Guilty!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140243314374040754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XQD2xXXLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/buDe_aKzVLQ/s320/RIMG0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I thought this was really odd. What is the granny doing on the front of the Lays packet? Is it targetted at grannies (or grandpas)? Is it granny flavoured? (hope not!) Is she a famous granny in Turkish cooking? Is it "just like granny made it"? Did they run out of budget for the supermodel? The mystery continues...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140243327258942658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XQEmxXXMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qKIzPBmfEAk/s320/RIMG0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The tummies returned to the scene of the first dinner to partake of their house specialty (which you had to order hours in advance because they put the meat in a earthernware pot and let it cook among the coals). I kid you not but they call it the "Cappadocian Crack Pot Specialty" (something clearly lost in translation). Anyway, it tasted very similar to the previous night's dinner (the one that tasted like bolognese) despite the theatrics of our host cracking the pot in front of our eyes with a hammer and scooping out the hot fillings. Slightly disappointing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The next day however, the tummies had a real treat when they went to the nicest restaurant in town... MMMmmm (Part 2 to follow)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-2067131380617885432?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/2067131380617885432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=2067131380617885432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/2067131380617885432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/2067131380617885432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/12/recollection-of-turkey-part-1.html' title='A Recollection of Turkey Part 1'/><author><name>Student of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/R1XLUmxXXFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ldud6rfDD_o/s72-c/RIMG0540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-8347910664237642943</id><published>2007-05-21T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T15:22:37.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Food Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 3rd day in NYC saw the Tummies visiting one of their all time favourite Chinese restaurants (possibly in the world). How good is it? let's just say that Mr Tummy's mom actually requested to go there &lt;strong&gt;TWO days in a row&lt;/strong&gt; while on holiday there a couple of years ago. For any restaurant to achieve this rare recognition is no mean feat especially given the high standards of Mr Tummy's mom. In fact, when Mr Tummy was talking to his mom the night before, she specifically asked him if he was going to that restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly is this well regarded restaurant called???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067130108650065298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RlIP_KzGDZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RVoYUNoi57Q/s320/RIMG0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And what exactly is so famous about it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*another drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067130740010257842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RlIQj6zGDbI/AAAAAAAAACM/2Rg1kN-mdUE/s320/RIMG0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Xiao Long Bao! (otherwise known as Soup Dumplings to people who don't know Chinese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067130727125355938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RlIQjKzGDaI/AAAAAAAAACE/mBASwbtN1Vs/s320/RIMG0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(Here's a handy instructional guide on how to eat these little pieces of heaven without hurting yourself. The soup inside tends to be very hot, often scalding the uninitiated. muahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's so good that each of us had to have 1 bamboo steamer each (8 XLB's) otherwise the Tummies risked fighting each other over the yummy-ness. this dish is usually served with a dipping sauce of vinegar and sliced ginger. best eaten when it's fresh from the kitchen at its hottest (and therefore most dangerous if you're not as skillful as us. heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an effort to make sure we ate a balanced meal, we also ordered some braised tofu with spinach (a house specialty) and incidentally another dish that got us hooked to this place to begin with. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067134828819123650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RlIUR6zGDcI/AAAAAAAAACU/SSV4VPt2VB8/s320/RIMG0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Following which, we rolled out of the restaurant and into the warm sunshine because we were so full and thought that perhaps a walk would do our digestion some good. Only partially true in this case. heh. We felt taht the walk definitely helped in our digestion and made us feel more comfortable after the meal, but a walk in Chinatown means to be tempted by the many sweet treats on display. Needless to say, Ms Tummy succombed to one of them (Mr Tummy happily joined in too! heh). Ms Tummy was drawn by the very direct advertising of this bakery. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067134850293960162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RlIUTKzGDeI/AAAAAAAAACk/zRZKihjcdus/s320/RIMG0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Needless to say we walked out with 2 warm and lovely egg custard tarts that were ever so promptly devoured. Did someone say something about being very full? There's always room for dessert, especially if it's an egg custard tart as good as this one. Light flakey crust and a warm soft custard centre. Not too soft that it falls apart in your hand, but not too hard that you actually have to bite hard into it. Someone with no teeth would still be able to enjoy this lovely treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067134837409058258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RlIUSazGDdI/AAAAAAAAACc/4wa2lvlunYY/s320/RIMG0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;speaking of eggs... I couldn't resist taking a picture of this egg-cellent ad. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067134854588927474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RlIUTazGDfI/AAAAAAAAACs/7Csr3bAQ430/s320/RIMG0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;later that evening, the Tummies would invite their most gracious host, C, to dinner at Kenka, a dive-y japanese place in the heart of St Mark's known for it's cheap draft beer and cotton candy machine. as if that wasn't unique enough, the "rules" as listed on the menu have to be seen to be believed. you can't make this stuff up even if you tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067134863178862082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RlIUT6zGDgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YJrBlZIl1Ag/s320/RIMG0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067138372167142930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RlIXgKzGDhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4C8xZl0cvHg/s320/RIMG0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;makes for a very interesting restaurant. all in all the food was good. we had a nice "steamboat" style soup since the evening turned out to be pretty chilly. perfect pick me up at the end of a long day of walking around the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joe's Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;9 Pell Street&lt;br /&gt;NY 10013&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Egg Custard King Cafe&lt;br /&gt;76 Mott Street&lt;br /&gt;NY 10013&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kenka&lt;br /&gt;25 St Mark's Place&lt;br /&gt;NY 10003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-8347910664237642943?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/8347910664237642943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=8347910664237642943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/8347910664237642943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/8347910664237642943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/05/asian-food-goodness.html' title='Asian Food Goodness'/><author><name>Student of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RlIP_KzGDZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RVoYUNoi57Q/s72-c/RIMG0317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-8977271575184052</id><published>2007-05-20T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T11:33:17.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 in NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RlCDwapxSTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3UabmulNrHQ/s1600-h/IMG_1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RlCDwapxSTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3UabmulNrHQ/s320/IMG_1584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066694448603285810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy toes! Since Mr Tummy has started with the NYC update, it only seems fair that I should get my act together and post something too. Because of our late night snacking adventures, we only ventured outside around noontime. Since the weather was gorgeous, we decided it would be the perfect time to indulge in some sushi in the park! I love central park, especially when it's warm and sunny out. So much fun just lazing around, having a picnic, watching all the children-dogs-lovers-runners-parents-friends doing their thing. Sushi from the nearby Whole Food supermarket at the Shops@Columbus Circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RlCDvapxSSI/AAAAAAAAACs/Xsjb6XmBGYg/s1600-h/IMG_1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RlCDvapxSSI/AAAAAAAAACs/Xsjb6XmBGYg/s320/IMG_1573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066694431423416610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, we met a friend, D, from college and the significant other, B, at Righteous Urban Barbeque. You heard me right, R.U.B., where lots and lots of meat is rubbed with some voodoo mix, slowly cooked over a low fire, and then eaten greedily by new york bbq fans. No reservations here, so we placed our names on the waitlist and waited for a good half an hour before getting seated. IMHO, the food is worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RlCEz6pxSXI/AAAAAAAAADU/4cY2tDsv8bI/s1600-h/IMG_1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RlCEz6pxSXI/AAAAAAAAADU/4cY2tDsv8bI/s320/IMG_1601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066695608244455794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the baron's platter, all the meats in the house plus 2 sides. If I can recall, clockwise from top right is chicken, then sausage, ham, ribs, turkey, pastrami, brisket, and in the middle is something I cannot remember anymore. But it was all really really good. The out of place mush is collard greens, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RlCEeqpxSVI/AAAAAAAAADE/FJKDq41mMl4/s1600-h/IMG_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RlCEeqpxSVI/AAAAAAAAADE/FJKDq41mMl4/s320/IMG_1607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066695243172235602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had more ribs, and "burnt ends", which is twice cooked burnt fatty stuff from the brisket, aka meat-lovers heaver. Our other sides were fries, onion rings (YUM!) and beans (MORE YUM!) In general, the meats were really flavorful, but drier than I was used to, as I'm used to ribs dripping with sauce. This is possibly because I'm not used to Kansas style bbq. However, a shot of the R.U.B house sauce fixed that up really quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RlCEfKpxSWI/AAAAAAAAADM/unPAnkapaTg/s1600-h/IMG_1606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RlCEfKpxSWI/AAAAAAAAADM/unPAnkapaTg/s320/IMG_1606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066695251762170210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we were majorly stuffed and very satisfied after that pig-out session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Righteous Urban Barbeque (R.U.B. BBQ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" class="font8pt" &gt;            208 W 23rd St ~ NYC ~ Between 7th &amp;amp; 8th Ave           &lt;br /&gt;no reservations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/the_purple_bear/Pictures/iPhoto%20Library/Originals/2007/almost%20senior%20week/IMG_1573.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-8977271575184052?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/8977271575184052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=8977271575184052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/8977271575184052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/8977271575184052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-2-in-nyc.html' title='Day 2 in NYC'/><author><name>ms tummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14897714877114909490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RlCDwapxSTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3UabmulNrHQ/s72-c/IMG_1584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-6593476695337561381</id><published>2007-05-19T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T13:57:43.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night NYC Grease Bomb</title><content type='html'>(Admittedly it's taken a while for me to post this. A combination of inertia and some laziness crept in. I will endeavour to capture the full flavour and emotion of this meal as far as I can remember even though it was 2 weeks ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time mr tummy was in NYC back at the start of october last year, ms tummy introduced him to this place on the corner of 6th ave and 53rd street. apparently a legendary late night haunt of almost mythical proportions among those who know about its existence. ms tummy was tipped off about it through her housemate who told her that if she was in NYC, she &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did we try it? did we like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just say, we made it a point to come back and partake of this oasis of yummy-ness again.  in fact, it was the first thing the tummies did when they got to the city. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the queue at this place is also somewhat legendary, it tends to stretch for at least 20-30 metres on an average night. pretty impressive for a mobile food truck in a city that has many other eateries open at this hour. an institution in its own right, it draws crowds in from all over the city (and the world!) the other food trucks on the same block must wonder what sort of drugs they add to the food to make people come back again and again. they can only stare in amazement and jealousy as night after night, people walk right past them without even giving them a second look and head straight for this little serving of heaven in a tin foil container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what exactly is this delectable delight? here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066375092054134146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/Rk9hTazGDYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8Mw51_t_XvM/s320/RIMG0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the menu's pretty simple really. chicken or lamb? rice or wrap? and of course, you can order a mixed meat combo. (pictured here)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's the perfect late night munchie with all the right ingredients. plenty of carbs (both yellow rice and several pieces of warm soft pita) to fuel the late night, generous servings of tender and savoury meat to give it that extra bite, crisp salad so you can say that it's actually healthy (heh), and of course, a mysterious white sauce and flaming hot chilli that brings it all together. MMMmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;needless to say, its an amazing and simple meal that really hits the spot. God only knows how many late night suppers i would eat here if i lived in NYC. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Corner of 6th Ave &amp;amp; 53rd NYC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-6593476695337561381?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/6593476695337561381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=6593476695337561381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/6593476695337561381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/6593476695337561381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/05/late-night-nyc-grease-bomb.html' title='Late Night NYC Grease Bomb'/><author><name>Student of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/Rk9hTazGDYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8Mw51_t_XvM/s72-c/RIMG0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-5258300413380314216</id><published>2007-04-29T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:42:15.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='providence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Wings To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RjVHqE-POLI/AAAAAAAAACc/PkZ2V9I8F8c/s1600-h/IMG_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RjVHqE-POLI/AAAAAAAAACc/PkZ2V9I8F8c/s320/IMG_1471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059028544635484338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days after they're bought, Wings To Go teriyaki and honey mustard wings are still as good as ever (assuming you've kept them in a fridge all this while and put them in the microwave for about 2 minuts). With a little celery goodness for palate cleansing, it's a quick and scrumptious post-lunch snack. The teriyaki wings are my favourite, sweet and saucy but not cloying, which the honey mustard wings can sometimes lean towards being. Try the mild, medium, hot, extra hot, "suicide," and "homicide" spicy wings at your own risk, fire extinguisher not provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RjVHqk-POMI/AAAAAAAAACk/YJ7yleArUG4/s1600-h/IMG_1477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RjVHqk-POMI/AAAAAAAAACk/YJ7yleArUG4/s320/IMG_1477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059028553225418946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Wings To Go ~ 77 Ives St ~ Providence ~ RI 02906&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-5258300413380314216?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/5258300413380314216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=5258300413380314216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/5258300413380314216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/5258300413380314216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/04/wings-to-go.html' title='Wings To Go'/><author><name>ms tummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14897714877114909490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RjVHqE-POLI/AAAAAAAAACc/PkZ2V9I8F8c/s72-c/IMG_1471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-3613060477941983133</id><published>2007-04-24T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:29:09.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='providence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Spring Weekend and Hemenways, Providence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Red lobster, red lobster..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/Ri5vdAezeVI/AAAAAAAAABs/77x7q11hdZE/s1600-h/IMG_1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/Ri5vdAezeVI/AAAAAAAAABs/77x7q11hdZE/s320/IMG_1407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057101975719737682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a year, here where I study, a weekend is dedicated to warmth, revelry, drunkeness, fun and relaxation (some might say debauchery). "Spring Weekend," as its organizers have imaginatively named it, was uncharacteristically warm this year. The past two Spring Weekends had been miserably rained out, so it was a pleasant surprise that the rains left us just on time for our springtime fun. There are concerts, both indoors and outdoors, all weekend long, but the one concert that, in my mind at least, is most definitive of the occassion is the Dave Binder concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The enigmatic man himself (guy with guitar and black shirt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/Ri5vvgezeWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gUSIMnQyQ0o/s1600-h/IMG_1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/Ri5vvgezeWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gUSIMnQyQ0o/s320/IMG_1410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057102293547317602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is David Binder, do I hear you ask? Well, lets just say that he's a fun old-ish man, who always knows the right songs to belt out on his guitar and beat box. He's been coming here for Spring Weekend festivities for a while, and everyone loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although not everyone loves the crowd. Went to the Dave Binder concert with X, who wanted to see what the fuss (and racket he could hear a block away) was about. Came in time for the fast food song, but X wasn't very enamoured by the throngs of sunburnt, drunk, high, somewhat undressed bodies. After a few songs, I got kinda tired too, so we adjourned to other spring time activities. Such as lazing on the main green whilst drinking and eating ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;X prepares capirinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/Ri5v-AezeXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vkQAJNmt-Bg/s1600-h/IMG_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/Ri5v-AezeXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vkQAJNmt-Bg/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057102542655420786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not any old drinks, of course. X brought a thing or two back from his travels in Brazil, and made capirinhas for the lot of us (our number had swelled to 4). The rum wasn't really to my liking. Luckily, I just happened to have (hurhurhur) 2 bottles of Woodchuck cider from Vermont. Mmmm... cool, dry, refreshing, everything a Spring drink's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strawberry-kiwi bird being cannabilistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/Ri5wIgezeYI/AAAAAAAAACE/CtLJMywKJ2w/s1600-h/IMG_1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/Ri5wIgezeYI/AAAAAAAAACE/CtLJMywKJ2w/s320/IMG_1418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057102723044047234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my belief that warm weather is not complete without ice cream. This flavor is pretty good, and sorbet's are especially fitting for warmer weathers. I also think the little strawberry-kiwi bird is really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly inebriated and very happy, I headed home to change for my next meal. Was treated to dinner at Hemenway's, a seafood restaurant, by the Starry people. Crazy people these are. Started off with the hot appetizer plater, was good but unfortunately no picture. Next course, England clam chowder! Thick and creamy, full of yummy seafood goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/Ri5wmwezeZI/AAAAAAAAACM/ULzWTKO1T1A/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/Ri5wmwezeZI/AAAAAAAAACM/ULzWTKO1T1A/s320/IMG_1423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057103242735090066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my main course, simply grilled rainbow trout. Could have used a tad bit more seasoning, but the subtlety grew on me after a few spritzes of lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/Ri5wnQezeaI/AAAAAAAAACU/VUdzvq2uAbM/s1600-h/IMG_1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/Ri5wnQezeaI/AAAAAAAAACU/VUdzvq2uAbM/s320/IMG_1424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057103251325024674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hemenways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;121 ~ South Main St ~ Providence ~RI 02903&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-3613060477941983133?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/3613060477941983133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=3613060477941983133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/3613060477941983133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/3613060477941983133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-weekend-and-hemenways-providence.html' title='Spring Weekend and Hemenways, Providence'/><author><name>ms tummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14897714877114909490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/Ri5vdAezeVI/AAAAAAAAABs/77x7q11hdZE/s72-c/IMG_1407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-8104631753527114221</id><published>2007-04-22T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:24:38.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>German Food Truck, Portobello Road Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boneless Leg of Chicken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RivJjez0foI/AAAAAAAAABk/cNBPru01as8/s1600-h/RIMG0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056356618056531586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RivJjez0foI/AAAAAAAAABk/cNBPru01as8/s320/RIMG0601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Schnitzel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RivJjuz0fpI/AAAAAAAAABs/Rp1KntropOA/s1600-h/RIMG0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056356622351498898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RivJjuz0fpI/AAAAAAAAABs/Rp1KntropOA/s320/RIMG0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Background:&lt;/strong&gt; While studying in London in the Spring of 2004, I look myself our for a walk for the first time to Portobello Road Market. It was a typical winter day in London. Cold and grey (thankfully not wet). I had forgotten my gloves that day and as a result of taking pictures, my hands were freezing and I was getting really hungry. Now anyone who has been to this market will know that if you approach from the Notting Hill Gate side, the first stretch is all antique shops and almost no cafes or food shops exist (nothing particularly tempting at least). I was beginning to regret my decision to come out to the market on this cold day when all of a sudden... I smelt something wonderful and warm in the air. The smell of sausages, grilled meat and sauteed onions. I let my nose (and mr tummy) lead the way to the source of this wonderful aroma and true enough there was my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I've been coming back ever since. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Food:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a big fan of the boneless leg of chicken because it was the first thing that I ever bought from them that cold first day and the fact that it's extremely juicy and savoury and hits the spot ANY day, regardless of weather. It's grilled to perfection so that the skin is slighty crispy and charred while the meat inside remains tender and flavourful. They probably rub it down with some salt, herbs and spices before cooking it and that's what gives it that wonderful aroma. For £2, it's an amazing deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to try something different for once, I ordered the Schnitzel as well (in my defense, I did a lot of walking and it was on my way back!) In this case, it's essentially a breaded chicken cutlet. Similar to the boneless leg of chicken I guess except that this is fried instead of grilled. Good batter. Nice crust. A bit drier than the grilled version by just as tasty. This version's slightly more expensive at £3 but still overall a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they are stall 50 something on Portobello Road. Near the HSBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and the market's pretty special too. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-8104631753527114221?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/8104631753527114221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=8104631753527114221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/8104631753527114221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/8104631753527114221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/04/german-food-truck-portobello-road.html' title='German Food Truck, Portobello Road Market'/><author><name>Student of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RivJjez0foI/AAAAAAAAABk/cNBPru01as8/s72-c/RIMG0601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-8667824643089814734</id><published>2007-04-20T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:37:38.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='providence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Springtime and Louis, Providence RI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RilI4gezeOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kcenyyTq3UM/s1600-h/IMG_1387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RilI4gezeOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kcenyyTq3UM/s320/IMG_1387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055652192329103586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally being almost done slaying my thesis monster (die thesis die!), I had a nice relaxing breakfast with A today. Louis is a pretty amazing diner, practically a rite of passage for all students here. Its filled with photos, articles, off-beat art, and even more photos. The original proprietor, Louis Gianofrancesco (I think) passed away in 1999, but his son is holding the fort and continues his fathers tradition of non-nonsense morning sustenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a lovely day it was too! The recent week of rain has left without a trace, and it feels as if winter is gone for good. *crosses fingers* Before I reveal my breakfast, let me whet your appetite with some yummy springy pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RilJvAezePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-0KL50kJ41Q/s1600-h/IMG_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RilJvAezePI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-0KL50kJ41Q/s320/IMG_1379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055653128631974130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RilKFQezeQI/AAAAAAAAABE/IFqmMp7gaPs/s1600-h/IMG_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RilKFQezeQI/AAAAAAAAABE/IFqmMp7gaPs/s320/IMG_1386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055653510884063490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love spring flowers. Not sure what the white ones are, but daffodils have to be my favourite of all the springy-growy-things. I'm partial towards the all yellow ones, but these ones are beautiful too, like pretty eggs with yellow delicately suspended within the white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RilKUQezeSI/AAAAAAAAABU/3BoTZZVDS0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RilKUQezeSI/AAAAAAAAABU/3BoTZZVDS0Y/s320/IMG_1383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055653768582101282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm not the only one hungry this morning. This squirrel is munching on a piece of pasta, penne I think, complete with tomato sauce. If you look closely, you'll see some of the tomato sauce smeared across its mouth and nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RilLSwezeUI/AAAAAAAAABk/nhspZbFXX00/s1600-h/IMG_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RilLSwezeUI/AAAAAAAAABk/nhspZbFXX00/s320/IMG_1389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055654842323925314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, ladies and gentlemen, was my breakfast. Framed very artfully by A's hands, this is the Nebraska Sunrise, two eggs sunny side up rising above a sweet mountain of corn bread, flanked by a generous serving of home fries. Great company, good food, I don't think there's a better way to start of any weekend (or day for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RilLSQezeTI/AAAAAAAAABc/qu9pZY6X5Jo/s1600-h/IMG_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RilLSQezeTI/AAAAAAAAABc/qu9pZY6X5Jo/s320/IMG_1395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055654833733990706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was so warm today, that there were tons of t-shirted, skirted, bermuda-ed, and generally skin-baring people on the greens just hanging out. All these pale sun/warmth-deprived New-Englanders, me included. Add some frisbee throwing into the equation, and you have the makings of a pretty content day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Louis Restaurant - 286 Brook St - Providence RI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-8667824643089814734?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/8667824643089814734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=8667824643089814734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/8667824643089814734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/8667824643089814734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/04/springtime-and-louis-providence-ri.html' title='Springtime and Louis, Providence RI'/><author><name>ms tummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14897714877114909490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RilI4gezeOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kcenyyTq3UM/s72-c/IMG_1387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-5456957753032230645</id><published>2007-04-16T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T14:46:29.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Roast Pork Sandwich, Borough Market, London</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiP2xsZZpzI/AAAAAAAAABc/_DLF7QUXw90/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054154540431550258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiP2xsZZpzI/AAAAAAAAABc/_DLF7QUXw90/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;meant to post this last friday but couldn't get the image off my phone till this morning when i went in to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borough market is such a treasure trove of good food. amazing ingredients can be obtained from there as well as good cheap eats. it's a food market on Friday and Saturday selling everything you need for that amazing recipe you've been dying to try along with great good to fuel you while you do your shopping (for MORE food!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the tummies favourites foods at this market is the stall selling roast pork and salt beef sandwiches (only on Fridays). the pork is extremely juicy and the thin layer of skin and fat has a crispy bite. very satisfying. best served when hot of course and the meat almost melts in your mouth. served on a fresh bed of vegetables (for a balanced meal) and your choice of sauce (they have a few to choose from), this sandwich really delivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, it's only available on Friday (around lunch time) instead of all weekend. pity really coz i'd eat it again on saturday if available. best enjoyed while sitting in the sun and savouring every bite. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-5456957753032230645?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/5456957753032230645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=5456957753032230645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/5456957753032230645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/5456957753032230645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/04/roast-pork-sandwich-borough-market.html' title='Roast Pork Sandwich, Borough Market, London'/><author><name>Student of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiKhnMZZpuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MIu6yJykeds/s320/RIMG0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Meathi Chicken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiKhncZZpvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Wt2vUxYKzSk/s1600-h/RIMG0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053779430872819442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiKhncZZpvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Wt2vUxYKzSk/s320/RIMG0596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Karahai Gosht (Lamb)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiKhnsZZpwI/AAAAAAAAABE/A4BJLj14y-M/s1600-h/RIMG0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053779435167786754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiKhnsZZpwI/AAAAAAAAABE/A4BJLj14y-M/s320/RIMG0597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Chana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiKhoMZZpxI/AAAAAAAAABM/GqJgY_vVjAU/s1600-h/RIMG0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053779443757721362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiKhoMZZpxI/AAAAAAAAABM/GqJgY_vVjAU/s320/RIMG0599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Karahai Chicken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiKhocZZpyI/AAAAAAAAABU/VG1AQsYevwU/s1600-h/RIMG0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053779448052688674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiKhocZZpyI/AAAAAAAAABU/VG1AQsYevwU/s320/RIMG0600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in my humble opinion (and that of my housemates), this unassuming little restaurant on commercial road in the east end of london serves some of the best curry you'll find anywhere. coming to lahore one for sunday dinner is pretty much a ritual here. we've come to the point where we know the waiters on a first name basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the kebabs here are blended with just the right amount of spices to mask the strong taste of lamb grilled to perfection so that it stays moist and juicy. the other lamb and chicken dishes are not spicy enough to scare away those who are afraid of chilli and yet spicy enough to tickle the tastebuds who are used to much more. the meats are all extremely tender and infused with flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;special mention must certainly go to the "melt in your mouth" chana. we still haven't quite figured out how they cook the chickpeas such that they are so soft and creamy. it's so good that my otherwise carnivorous housemates even contemplate the thought that they could turn vegetarian as long as they had this dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the pictures of the dishes hardly do the flavours justice. one of my housemates calls it "soul food" coz it sure hits the spot, makes you forget all the indifferent meals you've had since the last time you were here, fills you up and comforts you all at once. heck, it's almost a spiritual experience. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;218 Commercial Road * London E1 2JT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-2234692707668839435?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/2234692707668839435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=2234692707668839435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/2234692707668839435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/2234692707668839435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/04/lahore-one-london.html' title='Lahore One, London'/><author><name>Student of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiKhnMZZpuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MIu6yJykeds/s72-c/RIMG0592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-7527527662124393529</id><published>2007-04-15T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T14:46:00.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Spitalfields Market, London</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went for a walk today around spitalfields market. believe it or not, i had never actually been there before despite hearing so much about it. it's a huge market of quirky items, mainly clothing and accessories situated near liverpool street station. hugely popular on the weekends and i suspect increasingly popular on the weekdays among the bankers who work in the area. (as evidenced by the massive refurbishment of the market and many more trendy food outlets that have sprung up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should be said that the focus of this market is clearly not the food (unlike borough market) but it's impossible to separate markets from food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr tummy walk around market looking at interesting things =&gt; mr tummy get hungry =&gt; mr tummy want FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;(i'm using mr tummy as an example but you get the idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, mr tummy had a very tough decision to make. where should he eat??? eventually decided to stick with the stalls in the market for some grub rather than the packed cafes and restaurants that lined the newer parts of the market.&lt;br /&gt;(mr tummy: I'll be back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used my nose help in my decision as i could smell these falafels from a few stalls away. decided to give them a try. healthy serving of 4 neatly packed falafels in a toasted pita bread with free flow of salad toppings. clearly a mistake on their part with mr tummy around. muahahaha. proceeded to PILE it on. (what!... veggies are good for you! didn't your momma ever tell you that?) halfway through eating the pita, i went back to get more sauce and more salad. =) they did say free flow afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053768929677780690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiKYEMZZptI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nBafmUb1YMo/s320/RIMG0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now to the falafels themselves. a little disappointing actually. too hard and dry for my liking. in fact, the fact that it took me some effort to chew wasn't a good sign. even the sauce couldn't really hide the fact that it was very dry. definitely prefer when the falafel is slightly moist and softer. overall i've had much better both in Paris (L'As du Falafel) and NYC (Chickpea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the search for the elusive falafel stall in London to rival that of these 2 other major cities continues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-7527527662124393529?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/7527527662124393529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=7527527662124393529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/7527527662124393529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/7527527662124393529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/04/spitalfields-market-london.html' title='Spitalfields Market, London'/><author><name>Student of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiKYEMZZptI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nBafmUb1YMo/s72-c/RIMG0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-1155810628618671087</id><published>2007-04-14T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:39:00.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Cay Tre Vietnamese Kitchen, London</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went out with my French Vietnamese friend tonight to test out the authenticity of this award winning vietnamese restaurant that boasts that this is "as authentic as it gets". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the tummies actually ate there a few weeks ago and both found it pretty good. subtle flavours that come together nicely. but is it authentic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initial impressions were good. she recognised quite a lot of dishes as being food that her mom might cook. but as everyone knows, the true test of the quality of food is in the taste. it may be able to fool non-vietnamese people like us, but will it survive the true test of authenticity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROUND 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goi Ngo Sen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Lotus stem salad of pork, shrimps and Viet herbs. Bags of Crunchy fresh lotus, limey zap and a jolt of sweet chilli sauce filled to boot)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053398389964252834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiFHD8ZZpqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_XQzRpYZP8Q/s320/RIMG0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judge's comments&lt;/strong&gt;: not bad. good crunch. nice blend of flavours. just the right amount of sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Tummy's comments&lt;/strong&gt;: great appetiser. interesting use of prawn crackers as little edible plates. kitschy but totally fell for it. i want MORE!!! give me MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROUND 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Banh Xeo (Vietnamese Pizza)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A traditional Vietnamese pancake with prawns, chicken and vegetables. Served with marjoram, fresh Vietnamese Watercress and a special dipping sauce)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053402014916650674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiFKW8ZZprI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pdS5jpqvFvQ/s320/RIMG0581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;kinda looks like a big stuffed omellette! eaten by cutting by the pancake and wrapping it in the leaves and dipping in the sauce. MMMmmm. hungry yet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judge's comments&lt;/strong&gt;: pancake should have been thicker. not quite up to the mark. mom makes a better version.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Tummy's comments&lt;/strong&gt;: quite oily but very tasty. quite a messy eating experience. never had watercress that big before! always thought they were little leaves that inevitably found their way into soups or sandwiches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROUND 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The classic Vietnamese noodle soup dish, based on a fragrant broth, served with either beef, shredded corn fed chicken or combination and Vietnamese herbs topping)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053416110999316162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiFXLcZZpsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/X3OtbKUgmYE/s320/RIMG0582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;in my humble opinion, any proper vietnamese restaurant worth it's weight HAS to get this dish right, otherwise don't bother calling yourself a vietnamese restaurant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judge's comments&lt;/strong&gt;: broth could have been more flavourful. should be more "beefy". in true vietnamese style, they should have other beef parts with the noodles instead of sliced lean meat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Tummy's comments&lt;/strong&gt;: been craving this for so long... *SSSSSLLLUUURRRPPPP* agree that the broth could be more flavourful especially since that's what really holds the dish together. whoops. all finished. heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall verdict: &lt;/strong&gt;Not quite "as authentic as it gets" but i think mr tummy still liked it anyway *burp* =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;301 Old Street • London • EC1V 9LA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-1155810628618671087?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/1155810628618671087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=1155810628618671087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/1155810628618671087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/1155810628618671087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/04/cay-tre-vietnamese-kitchen.html' title='Cay Tre Vietnamese Kitchen, London'/><author><name>Student of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/RiFHD8ZZpqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_XQzRpYZP8Q/s72-c/RIMG0578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-1397152822204495334</id><published>2007-04-13T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:37:09.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Breakfast of Champions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RiBTA0SeqrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6bp2PGba9-I/s1600-h/IMG_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RiBTA0SeqrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6bp2PGba9-I/s320/IMG_1334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053130055410952882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be one of my most favourite ways to start a morning. First, take a bagel out of the freezer, pry it out from its coat of tissue, and stick it in the oven. This morning's lucky bagel was a plain bagel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RiBOd0SeqoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4r31AI3WhII/s1600-h/IMG_1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RiBOd0SeqoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4r31AI3WhII/s320/IMG_1325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053125056069020290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh bagels or any variety toast just as well, untoasted fresh bagels are okay too. In fact, any sort of bread, toasted, untoasted or fried, will do fine (I also recommend fried whole grain), although nothing says "heck to the calories" quite like a bagel. Does 1 bagel really equal 5 slices of bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the king of all breakfast foods, bacon. I usually use two slices, each cut into half. Which is just about right to cover the entire face of my bagel. Mmmm... Make sure you're wearing clothes that can afford to smell like bacon and fried food, especially if you're like me and don't have a working ventilation hood. Oh, and don't forget to check on your bagel! A word of caution about this regal food: it bites back! This photo was taken all of 10 seconds before the bacon spit at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RiBQPkSeqqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lvXtsC1eAQE/s1600-h/IMG_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RiBQPkSeqqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lvXtsC1eAQE/s320/IMG_1326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053127010279140002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If bacon is the king of breakfast foods, then the egg is his resplendent and highly versatile queen. Soft boiled, hard boiled, scrambled, or omelette-d, the royal egg is wonderful in all forms during breakfast. But, on a bagel, the egg has to be fried. Now, I know some people like to mess around with the yolk so that it cooks completely, which makes sense if you're eating breakfast on the run and don't want a mess. But if you've got the time and space to savour this breakfast, either alone or with loved ones, keep that yolk runny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RiBP8kSeqpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gyaXGbdec7A/s1600-h/IMG_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RiBP8kSeqpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gyaXGbdec7A/s320/IMG_1327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053126683861625490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to assemble the feast. I like my yolk facing the bottom slice of bread, that way when pressure is applied to the bagel, the bread can sop up some of  the lovely runny yolk and lessen the mess. On top of that goes the cheese (Provolone, in this case), the bacon, and the other slice. Tip: pop the entire thing into the oven, which not only warms everything back up again, but also allows the cheese to melt around the egg, further sealing it from yolk-seepage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RiBTY0SeqsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kYD2LryVJRA/s1600-h/IMG_1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RiBTY0SeqsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kYD2LryVJRA/s320/IMG_1333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053130467727813314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Ms Tummy look like she's ready to devour the entire meal in one bite? Serve with your favourite morning drink, if you're starting to feel a bit guilty then some fruit juice might help alleviate that. With the yolk exactly as I like it, this is a messy, but supremely satisfying breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-1397152822204495334?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/1397152822204495334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=1397152822204495334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/1397152822204495334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/1397152822204495334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/04/breakfast-of-champions.html' title='Breakfast of Champions'/><author><name>ms tummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14897714877114909490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TzWH8K1hEuA/RiBTA0SeqrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6bp2PGba9-I/s72-c/IMG_1334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-9008204747721084391</id><published>2007-04-12T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:19:12.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am TUMMY, hear me ROAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052665763032835730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/Rh6svcZZppI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jDwAjSC04X4/s320/RIMG0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not to be outdone by ms tummy, mr tummy has burst onto the scene (thankfully not bursting AT the seams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;glad to see that this blog has been started in anticipation of the many yummy meals that the tummies share together on their intrepid adventures as well to share the yummy-ness across the miles. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that being said, even super heros have flaws. cheese is mr tummy's kryptonite. the mere smell of it makes him dizzy and yet it is one of ms tummy's favourite foods. gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that being said, not ALL cheese makes mr tummy queasy. he is somewhat immune to mozzerella cheese on pizza! it's so weird, you just can't make it up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed tuned for the continuing adventures of... &lt;strong&gt;THE TUMMIES!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(along with more pictures of yummy food in future!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-9008204747721084391?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/9008204747721084391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=9008204747721084391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/9008204747721084391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/9008204747721084391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-tummy-hear-me-roar.html' title='I am TUMMY, hear me ROAR!'/><author><name>Student of Life</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVuVnxXODJo/Rh6svcZZppI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jDwAjSC04X4/s72-c/RIMG0575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6590912530056764688.post-7577512626054079964</id><published>2007-04-12T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T11:12:46.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hullo fellow tummies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's finally happened! I've stopped merely talking about starting up a food blog, and gotten down to actually doing it. (while of course procrastinating other things, like my thesis) This should be really interesting because I've got lots of trips coming up, and I really want to chronicle all the yummy food (and other) experiences while I travel, as well as recording the great meals I have and people I've met before I graduate. So many possibilities! But first... let me get this little thing called my thesis out of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6590912530056764688-7577512626054079964?l=thetummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/feeds/7577512626054079964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6590912530056764688&amp;postID=7577512626054079964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/7577512626054079964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6590912530056764688/posts/default/7577512626054079964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetummies.blogspot.com/2007/04/hullo-fellow-tummies.html' title='Hullo fellow tummies!'/><author><name>ms tummy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14897714877114909490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
