i do love those noodles...

A bit of a working lunch today. Soba noodles in a quick miso soup with broccoli, carrot, wakame seaweed and green onions...slurp!

in mind's eye

I love collecting images for my personal version of the "lookbook" for those blue-sky, ideal-world moments...so necessary when the days start getting colder and darker (like at five, what?!) and bright moments of inspiration become even more welcome than usual.

Every now and then, I get jolted by such delicious images that I can actually taste them in my head! This month's issue of Donna Hay magazine (the queen bee of food porn, to be sure) had me with the oozy quail egg and buttery, garlic laced pasta. Totally my kind of plate...is there anything better than a good butter pasta, I ask you?

And it just gets better inside...

Anyone who knows me will tell you just how much I adore cured/smoked salmon. Growing up, my Aunt W used to joke that I must be part grizzly bear as she handed over my traditional Christmas present...of a whole side of smoked salmon!

Oh the joys of a visual "cookbook" meal - almost as good as the real thing.

happy days #6

My kind of lazy day. A book, a nap, some noodles. Yes....

I just love the way the word pappardelle sounds...

Using my noodle

It’s official; I have been obsessed with noodles ever since the Tampopo incident. Today I finally decided to do something about it…dinner!

I have to admit that I have no idea how authentic my noodling project was, but you know what? It was totally yummy and made me happy, so two thumbs up for making stuff up!

Luckily (or subconsciously perhaps?) I had some of the following handy:

That would be some bonito flakes and kombu for soup making, and of, course, the NOODLES!

I picked up these skinny bundles of tomoshiraga somen joy during my last Chinatown trip – the fact that they’re wrapped up in little pink bands had nothing to do with the impulse buy, I promise.

The kombu and bonito, on the other hand, were things purchased out of curiosity and hopeful eagerness (much like the yoga mat and resistance bands now collecting dust by the tv…mmm, tv) after slurping back a delicious soupy bowl of sizzling udon noodles at Toshi Sushi one recent afternoon.

After discovering that I, too, could attempt (yes, attempt being the operative word here) to make the stock known as dashi, at home, off I dashed to the nearest wonderland of all things edible and Japanese, Sanko Trading. There I found wee training sized packets of kombu (dried seaweed) and bonito flakes (shaved pieces from smoked, dried tuna-like fish called, um, bonito). Fun!

So, let’s soup, shall we? I soaked the dried kombu in cold water until it softened up a bit (see top, now it kinda looks like a banana leaf. Or linoleum, actually.) Meanwhile, I started simmering some veggies away (just water, onions, bits of ginger and green onion so far) and added the soaked kombu and some more cold water. Just as the whole shebang starts to simmer again, take out the kombu (apparently too much briny goodness actually tastes like bitter pond scum, not yummy) and dust in the bonito flakes like it’s feeding time at an aquarium. Turn off the heat and let the bonito settle to the bottom of your fabulous smelling pot before straining the solids out. That’s pretty much it. (You could, of course, add some salt or soy sauce if you want at this point.) Keep your soup warm while you putter on with the rest…

Onto the supporting actors in this whole exciting project:

We’ve got some baby shanghai bok choy, green onions and…double smoked slab bacon. Oh yeah.

Sometimes I stare at bacon so long that it makes me feel like a dirty old man.

So, green things. Good for crunching and general colour contrast providers to the awesomeness of crispy fried bacon.

Which is what we have here. I love you too, bacon!

At this point, resist the urge to eat your crispy hard work and get another pot of water on. While it’s coming up to a rolling boil, get your noodle bowl of choice set up. Here I’ve got some sesame oil hanging out at the bottom…

And because I do love surprises, and apparently have no fear of cholesterol, I just thought I’d throw in a sunny-side up egg in there too. (I think my heart just whimpered a little.)

Dunk your veggies in the now boiling water for a minute to cook them, then arrange your fixins in your bowl however you like. Boil up your noodles for a few minutes. Throw them on top of your artfully arranged stage and top it all off with a few ladlefuls of your fresh homemade soup.

I like to take a couple sips of the clear soup before I proceed to poke at the soft cooked yolk of the fried egg. Mmm, saucy goodness.

Happy eating...and don’t forget to slurp!

How to Eat Noodles

This is a wonderfully touching scene from a Japanese movie called Tampopo. Thank you to my great friends C and J that recommended, nay, insisted that I must see it, because it would knock my socks off. It did, and I now I must also insist that you check out this sweet, hilarious love letter to all that is good about food and eating. Enjoy!

One fine day I went out with an old man.



He’s studied noodles for 40 years. He was showing me the right way to eat them.



“Master. Soup first, or noodles first?”

“First, observe the whole bowl.”



“Yes, sir.”



“Appreciate its gestalt, savor the aromas."



“Jewels of fat glittering on the surface. Shinachiku roots shining. Seaweed slowly sinking. Spring onions floating."



“Concentrate on the three pork slices…

They play the key role, but stay modestly hidden.”



“First caress the surface, with the chopstick tips.”

“What for?”

“To express affection.”

“Oh, I see.”



“Then poke the pork.”

“Eat the pork first?”

“No. Just touch it. Caress it with the chopstick tips."



“Gently pick it up and dip it into the soup on the right of the bowl. What’s important here is to apologize to the pork by saying:



"See you soon.”

Tampopo (1985)
Directed by Juzo Itami
Won 1986 Award of the Japanese Academy
Nominated 1988 Independent Spirit Award, Best Foreign Film