A quick dinner before a Shamisen concert at Carnegie Hall. Renaissance Tea House is tucked away in a bookstore. They serve limited but lovely dimsums, a v loose version of dan dan mien and varietals of tea from China and Japan. My dad and I shared the Yunnan tea which was thoughtfully aromatic.
Holy Yum. Tasted amazing even with at home ingredients!
Since chef BLT has made this recipe available here, I will highlight my substitutions although for slightly caloric modification. By all means, if you are feeling festive, go for the whole milk version.
In lieu of:
1) whole milk, no fat milk 2) gruyere, cheddar and Parmesan already in the fridge 3) oil coating of trays, Pam olive oil spray 4) pop over pan, muffin tin 5) 50 min bake time, checked in at 40 min as the Popovers were smaller
Weaning off the crutches; I had not realized how difficult NYC life is when you have two additional semi- limbs attached to you. People are generally civil - but it vexes me when they huff/puff about me - so I wait for the moment I can 'accidentally' jab them.
Post-Op recovery continues daily - including the sleep inducing CPM machine. Doppler Ultrasound to make sure that there are no lurking bloodclots hiding.
Finally, looking for quick-fire one-leg balancing worthy recipes where I won't have to bend this way and that way... Hmm. I am craving however for BLT Prime's Popovers. Let me take a look around.
When your tummy is raw from Vicodin/Naproxen heaving cocktails - this is what a Japanese mom makes for you. There is comfort gruel in every country it seems, and I do enjoy all of them. Grits from the South, Oatmeal anywhere, Congee in Hong Kong with a sliver of pork and ginger, and Okayu at home. Rice and Water. Nothing more pure than that, unless you want to sprinkle a little spring onions for color.
My heart and thoughts are saddened with the continuous NHK broadcast of the earthquake/tsunami disaster at home. How precious Life is.
When your tri-training trajectory is everything but clear, you take anything your limbs can do and move forward, even if you're sitting grimacing on a stationary bike, cussing at everyone around you (hopefully inside voice)...
Sigh. Can't sleep. Surgery in 6 hours - and now that I am denied any nourishment or H2O prior to the operation, that's all I think about. Big Bottle of Agua pleeez.
Of course, it didn't help to watch '127 Hours' earlier, so now I am having my own miniflashbacks of sorts. Visions of my happy 2010 triathlon training days where my Hip was not an issue. Flying up rolling hills cycling North on 9W, running through the Muck at Mudders and Grunters.
I'm not worried about the surgery or recovery per se. I just want my freedom back to get on the saddle again...
It is arctic cold today that even indoor swimming at 79F is not remotely appealing. So I hopped on the ever cursed Elliptical, jabbed a few keystrokes (age, wgt, interval/hills) and stared at the blue expanse of East River traffic for 30 minutes.
Weights/Conditioning inspired from Men's Fitness magazine (March 2011 -- with the gorgeous LL Cool J on the cover) scarily titled "Massive Muscle in Less Time". I'm just shy of 5' so I picked and chose a few moves that wouldn't transform me into steroid stupor.