Friday, August 26, 2016

The *other* hungry ones at work

If you have been following my blog for a while, you know that I regularly encounter hunger spells while at work. I can’t help it. I just get hungry. I need to eat every so and so hours. I don’t even eat that much at a time, more like graze regularly. I nibble. I become full fairly quick, and then hungry again in no time. For me, hungry spells mean grumpiness, fatigue, be lucky I am not slapping you silly just for existing…etc. Yep, that’s me and my hungry spells. But you know what? I am not the only person at work that goes through the sufferings of becoming behgopa (meaning “hungry” in Korean if you’re new around here and don’t speak Korean). I thought I was an extreme case. But OMG, there are others that are far worse than me. People thought *I* was always hungry and nibbling, or scavenging around for things to nibble on….well, wait until you hear about my *other* hungry comrades.

First, there is server M. Server M has the appetite of a stoner, always on the prowl for munchies. You should see him around the dessert station! When no one is looking, he will stick his hand in whatever and whereever to fetch out a piece of this and that to sneakily munch. When he gets caught, the look on his face totally reminds him of a young child that just got caught with his hand in a cookie jar after mommy told him “no more”.

Server M always brings his own munchies as well. Sometimes it’s fast food that has turned cold. Sometimes it’s an ice cream sandwich. I’ve also seen him bring such and such specialty food that I haven’t seen before. The boy LOVES food as much as I do! AND….. he even shares sometimes. Maybe that is why I don’t mind throwing a little bone (*ahem*), I mean, munchies his way here and there, or look the other way when his hand is sneaking its way into our mise.

A couple of weeks ago, at the end of the night, there were some leftover pastry items left. They are not served the next day, so whatever is left is a free-for-all for restaurant staff. There were maybe four or five left that night. I had saved them for fellow oinkster, server M to satiate his munchies fix. I know he could probably inhale about ten of them and still want more.

So, there they were…a sheet pan of pastries waiting for server M until he was done with his tables. I even put a note on it, stating that they were reserved all for server M. And then, along comes server L and server J….. and they’re like, “Ohhh….are these for us?”

Friday, August 5, 2016

Pablo Kim's Chimichurri

I recently had the opportunity to try some of Pablo Kim’s Chimichurri. I’ve seen his posts around on social media and it piqued some curiosity, making me wish that I was real life friends with Pablo. 





Needs some chimi!



If I was, I’m sure he would have been happy to let me get a taste of his chimi and maybe even share a jar or two (if he was in a generous mood), perhaps even introduce me to some legit Argentinean food to go with them. I’ve been wanting to try some delicious Argentinean food around town, and he’d be the go-to guy for Argentinean food related matters. Yep, it would have been nice to have a friend like that.

And then one day, out of the blue, I got a message from Pablo, asking if I’d like to try some of his chimi and then share about my experience. I was like, who?? Moi? I am no expert of chimichurris or have too much familiarity with the flavor profiles of such…. I mean, sure, I’ve had my share of chimis, but I am, by far, the last person to be considered qualified to be a critique of chimichurris. All I can do is share my experience and tell you my personal opinion in laymen’s terms.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Taco Tuesdays

The early days of taco luvin

As a child growing up in the 80’s, school lunches were not often the tastiest or the healthiest. I was one of them kids that bought lunch everyday. Every night when I’d pack my backpack for the next day, I’d tear out a piece of a lunch ticket from the lunch ticket booklet that I kept in my desk drawer and slipped it into one of the smaller compartments of my backpack. Yeah, from a young age, my mom kind of got me in the habit of packing and preparing ahead of time. I’ve never had a day of waking up in the morning to run around like crazy to get everything together and ready for school. Nope, everything was packed and ready to go the night before, backpack and the outfit I was going to wear, laid out on my dresser. Even today, when I need to pack for something, you can bet that I’ll be packed and ready to go the night prior. It’s one of the rare *good* habits that has stayed with me until now lol. Other *good* habits instilled in me have probably gone out the window over time.

Gosh, when I think back to my school lunch days, it kind of makes me gag. Where was Jamie Oliver back then? The junk that our little growing bodies were being fed was just disgusting.

Each month, we’d each get a printed copy of the lunch menu to take home. School lunches at the time included items like individual pizzas, hamburgers, sloppy joes, burritos, fried chicken (with mashed potato and gravy), the dreaded chalupa (probably the only day I’d actually bring lunch to school), and then, everyone’s favorite, “make your own taco” day.

On “make your own taco” day, even many of the regular lunch bringers would leave their lunch boxes (or brown paper bags with their name written on it) at home and fork up some change for lunch money so that they, too, can take part in the ever so popular fun of assembling the processed chili and cheese mix, the shredded lettuce into the hard taco shells. Teachers would often refer to “make your own taco” day as “make your own mess” day. 

Look what I've found! Coincidently, it happened to be "Make your own taco" day in these pictures. Awww there's the Snoopy lover. Some kids were Snoopy lovers. Some were Garfield lovers. Me, I was the Hello Kitty and Barbie lover. 

The kid on the right is probably trying to trade off something that he doesn't like that his mommy packed him or maybe he sees something more appealing he'd rather have. 



Back then, the taco memories of what makes me want to gag now, were the days that I lived for. I still remember learning to eat a taco. I was told to tilt my head to the side and start eating it from the sides so that the fillings don’t fall out. My taco eating style has evolved since then. I am a pro at taco eating now.

And then later, I discovered Taco Bell, back when it used to look like this. 




The tacos from Taco Bell made the school lunch tacos feel like the old dolls that I didn’t want anymore because I discovered newer and better ones.

As a kid, I thought Taco Bell was like, the best thing ever. Writing this post is making me realize how old I am lol. 

Those were the days.... Despite the disgusting meals we ate, the 80’s were truly the best time to be a kid. You don’t know what you missed out on, young millenials.


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Fast forward some decades later, I am still loving on tacos. Now, I wouldn’t touch anything in the likes of my elementary school tacos, even if you paid me. From time to time, tacos from Taco Bell have hit the spot for my late night cravings (though I haven’t had Taco Bell in at least several years).

Friday, July 22, 2016

No mas "putas"

When I am pissed off, I can give the silent treatment like no other. When I am no longer speaking to you, it's because I no longer want to deal with you or acknowledge you until I am over what I had been pissed off about. 

Earlier this month, I severed ties with AD, my (work) puta. I told her that we are no longer “putas” for the next two months. On September 3rd, 2016, she can be reinstated as my “puta” once again. “Puta” is an endearing term that she gave me (so I reciprocated the endearing term and we were each others' putas). She seems to have an endearing term for everyone. There’s the “babosa grande”, the “narizona”, the “puto”, the “pinche cabrons”…etc. No one seems to take these terms personally or offensively, coming from AD. If it was anyone else, a punch in the face might be brought upon.

AD has a jocular nature. She can be a ball of laughs.




Monday, July 18, 2016

Pig out day - A visit to Smorgasburg and Grand Central Market

Ever since I heard that Smorgasburg was arriving in L.A. this summer, I’ve been looking forward to going and having a fun filled field day of pigging out. I wanted to make sure that the day I went wasn’t going to be on one of them torturous heat wave days. Or else, I probably wouldn’t even survive beyond ten minutes into it. I chose this past Sunday to go when the weather was about somewhere in the 80’s. With the moderate weather and a stomach ready to be abused, I was prepared to spend all day at Smorgasburg, trying out as many vendors as my stomach can handle.
The plan was to arrive around 10am, to avoid the long lines. But SOMEONE was kind of slacking behind and hadn't been ready on time. SS told me to be ready by 930am sharp. I asked what was going to happen if I wasn’t ready until 9:31am and if he was going to leave without me lol. He joked that I’d then have to take an Uber if that were to happen. 

Being the punctual person that I am (for the most part, usually), I was ready on time. But it was SS that was not ready until 10am, the time that we were supposed to have already been there. I told him that HE is the one that needed to take the Uber.  

We arrived at Smorgasburg around 10:45am. Upon entering, the level of crowdedness didn’t seem too daunting. The first two hours of parking is free. SS already decided that it didn’t look like we were going to be spending more than two hours here, mainly because it felt uncomfortably hot. It seemed like being on pavement made the weather feel way hotter than the reported weather of 80's.

On my list of vendors to try for sure were: