Rynn: My Microwave
My microwave has decided to get itself possessed. How do I know this. I went to heat up leftovers. It started working. Then stopped. The screen started flashing 666,666, 666 over and over. Apparently the devil wanted my leftover black beans.
Call the exorcist.
Rynn: My friend’s trip to Cambodia…
Hola blogosphere. Got this from my best bud Stef and thought the world should read it. Not nosh or posh in any way except to highlight that everyone deserves to nosh posh- and by that I mean live well as opposed to surviving and eat well as opposed to begging and scraping by. Rynn
Stef writes::
Sawasee khaa, everyone! Gin kow reu yang?
I hope this finds you all well. I’m back in BKK after a week in Cambodia , and whew, am I glad to be “home”! Cambodia is a trip of a lifetime and everyone should probably visit once before they die. That being said, I was glad to leave it. If Thailand is the beautiful woman with an ironic smile that stole my breath away, Burma a hunched grandmother with broken teeth and tired eyes, and Loas a wild child with dirty knees and crooked grin, then Cambodia is a broken man with upturned hands and down cast eyes whose very existence shamed me. It is truly a third world country full of scarred people and an economy going nowhere fast. If Laos was poor, Cambodia was poorer. I went wearing all my best emotional armor and still felt stabbed in the gut. I thought bearing witness to the Tuol Sleng genocide museum and paying respects at the killings fields would be the worst (and most important) part of my trip, but the poverty and desperation in the capitol city, Phnom Phen was worse. The govt is the worst in the region next to that of the Myannmar junt with many of the officials rumored to have ties to the former Khmer Rouge govt. whose former soldiers by the way are still alive and well in the country, often living side by side with the family members of those they killed and getting veterans retirement kickbacks to shut up and stay out of trouble. The govt seems to care little for the people and there are not enough social programs to provide for the poor. Make no mistake about this, the killing fields are not gone, the Cambodian people are still dying because of their government, but the deaths are slower and more indirect. They have no dignity in the system and no other options available. All the money in the country’s economy is focused in Siem Reap/ Angkor Wat and in Phnom Phen where virtual palaces (for corrupt govt officials and tourists) are being built up next to tent cities housing the people upon whose backs the country rests. The govt has forcibly evicted people from the shacks they owned into slums outside the city to build on their land because it is so valuable. Yet for a city in the midst of institutionalized “beautification” it is the dirtiest and ugliest I’ve ever seen. Uncollected trash piles up on the same sidewalks where street children sleep and workers eat from food stalls lined up on the opposite side of filthy streets. There is no public health system to speak of, education is hit and miss, and begging is so common place that you learn to ignore the one-legged men and crying children. Scamming and theft is common there, and was by far the place I have felt the most threatened in SE Asia . Comparitively, BKK feels as safe as SLO. It was a relief to get on a 6 hour bus ride to Siem Reap, a synthetic town based on tourism near the Ankor Wat heritage site. Because of tourist police, the worst that will happen to you there is being hassled at every corner by Tuk Tuk and moto taxi drivers trying to make a living. Angkor wat is the seat of national pride, gracing every bill of money and every sign, brochure, and company slogan. It is perhaps the only thing that the country has to be proud of right now. It costs a whopping $20/day to visit (And it is very heavily toured by visitors from all over the world) but the amount of work being done to preserve it is minimal (my what could the govt be doing with the money?) and if it is not better protected soon, there might be one less wonder of the world to visit because the wats are fading fast. The murals are decaying and already all of the Buddhas have been stolen or had their heads removed by looters. My advice to you all, see it soon if you are going to. That being said, the grounds are gorgeous and the temples are awe-inspiring. There is no shortage of wonder to be found at every turn and the history of it is truly impressive. It IS worth it, and I am glad I went.
After 5 days in Cambodia I made the treacherous 10 hr trip by land back to BKK. Mind you the only reason the roads are as bad as they are is because the govt has neglected to have them paved due to pressure from certain airlines who would like tourists to continue flying out of Phnom Phen at inflated prices and with a $25 exit fee for leaving the country. My friend paid $150 to leave Cambodia by plane. I paid $12 but suffered for it. I’m glad I did, Damn the Man!
All in all it was the trip of a lifetime and I will probably never return in this life.
Now, back in BKK, I’ve settled down into an apartment where I’ll stay for the next month or so to work on a Burmese community education project doing secondary research and compiling data for an NGO newsletter. I will be getting summer school credit for it and working on my senior project at the same time so I’m basically still in school here even though my classes finished 2 weeks ago. My travels are winding down and the work is starting so I beg you to forgive me if emails become infrequent. I will of course keep people updated if anything exciting occurs and pics will be made available for those who want them.
I hope you are all well and happy and I’m keeping my circle of family and friends in my prayers consistently. Please drop ME an email if you get a chance to let me know how you are and keep me abreast of the gossip in the Central Coast .
Lah Gorn khaa,
Stef::
::end Stef
Rynn: Cameras and the potential for *gasp* food porn
So weeks and weeks back I purchased a camera to take pretty pictures of things with and lo and behold-damn- it broke with in 3 days of receiving it. So I’ve been waiting not so patiently for it’s return. I had BIG plans for that camera. It held the delicious potential for *GASP* food porn and other bits of pixel oddities. But the wait is nearing an end as I have a tracking number informing me a new technological pixel capturing wonder is on it’s way.
heh heh…food porn…
Rynn: Business Dinners Part Deux
Focus…FOCUS on the kenafeh….don’t notice the office manager adding $350 to the tip because she thinks the waiter is cute and another office team is picking up the tab. Don’t notice the head of sales speaking about his bout in the hospital from salmonella and what it did to his…FOCUS ON THE KENAFEH! Yes, tasty, yummy lightly sweetened cheese covered in shredded filo soaked in rose water and topped with pistachio crumbles. All pink and green and white pastel goodness. Now bribe the wait staff to package the leftovers so you can breakfast on pastel loveliness. Yum!
Rynn: Business Dinners
The carpet was red, soaked with the blood of bastards that were made of lesser stuff; guimauve-like under foot. The walls of the room were closing in and so were the Captains of Industry. There I was surrounded on all sides by 10 vicious foot tall, human-eating voracious pterodactyl-like tyrant lizards, each screaming, each joshing for a perch in the corporate food chain. The din, the sheer screaming and jocking for position, power, and promotion, while not necessary pushing 11 on the electric amplifier, was certainly prevalent in the red line electric current that buzzed with a vibrant, pulsating, silent-yet-deafening feed back. The stomach may be lauded as the the center and origin of civilization, but to this I say YEAH RIGHT. For if that was the case then business dinners would be a civilized affairs. This they are not. It’s in these situations that I find myself singularly focusing on one element of the meal, as if this one element holds the key to salvation. For this business dinner, the key was a 2006 Sonoma County Zinfandel by Ridge. It was sensuous, sexy, and supple. Flavors of black olive, cranberry, and sour cherry reveled with abandon on my tongue. It made for an exotic dinner partner. So much more civilized than the lizard of industry. Ah business dinners. They are..a freaking study in human gonzoness.
Rynn: Dear Riley
Dear Riley:
You are my nephew and I am your aunt. I have no doubt that you’ll stumble upon this post in the graveyard of posts that time and blogs forgot at 4 am on a Wednesday as you nurse a Turkish coffee that goes oh so well with the homemade pizzelle. But at this time you are not yet four and your thoughts rest solely on your objective of being a SUPERNINJA!!! or Spiderman. You seem to alter the days: Spiderman for brief hours between 1 and 2 pm. The rest of the time you are SUPERNINJA–hiYA! You have no idea that we are planning your introduction and instruction in to the realm of the FOOD NINJA!!! Yes, you shall be able to identify the perfect temperature to serve a 2002 Pinot Noir from Oregon while relegating us with tales of your latest Elk hunt. Sure, now all you want is Kraft Mac n Cheese and chicken nuggets. But from chicken nuggets we’re moving you to chicken dumplings and then sticky buns and dim sum. Yes. We are turning you into a foodie and to prove it, you’re eating Elk and Salmon in this photo.
Hi-YA FOOD NINJA!
So I went to the store to buy raw milk…
So I went to the store to buy raw milk because all of a sudden I got this urge to make paneer *…and ended up buying…ahem
Bellwether Farms Sheep Milk Yogurt, Plain
Bob’s Red Mill Teff Flour
Bob’s Red Mill Coconut Flour
Bob’s Red Mill White Rice Flour
Bob’s Red Mill Xantham Gum
Bob’s Red Mill Hazelnut Meal/Flour
Bob’s Red Mill Amaranth Flour
Lundberg Sweet Dreams Brown Rice Syrup
365 Organic Coconut Milk Lite
Eden Agar Agar Flakes
I’ll take Impulse Buys for $200 Alex! This moment of random, “eh, that looks weird, let’s put it in the cart” mentality was brought on by Whole Foods. The agar flakes were a particularly interesting buy as the purchase was facilitated by wondering if agar would be an awesome substitute for the gelatin in Jello shots? As for the billion types of flour, I haven’t the foggiest as to what I’ll do with them. Perhaps dabble in kindergarten art project behavior and make that weird type of glue we used? Nah, gotsta find some RECIPES. Or invent them. HOT DAMN!
*I’m sure everyone has random, “lets make paneer” urges, right? RIGHT?




