Shin and Akane’s wedding was the official reason for coming to Japan and the reason we had to leave Winnipeg so quickly. It was easily the best wedding I’ve been to – the food was amazing, the program wasn’t too long and it was dominated by their friends so it was fairly entertaining to boot.
I’m back-dating stuff because it’s taken me so long to get in front of a computer and don’t want to lose chronology.
Because my mom was going to be in town for graduation we figured it would make the most sense if her flight was at the same time as ours so that we could all go to the airport together and no one would have to wait by themselves for too long. So when she was getting her tickets my mom called me up to find out what time our flight was. I told her it was around 8am so she should book her return for the same time. Unfortunately I was thinking about the time for a different flight and ours actually left around 10:30 – in other words we had a bit of a wait ahead of us.
Even getting to the airport was a hassle. Because there were three of us with two suitcases each, a normal taxi wasn’t going to do it, we needed a van. So the previous night I called around and reserved a taxi for the next morning. Come the appointed time and we rush to the hotel lobby to check out and the taxi wasn’t there. We wait a few minutes, still no taxi. I call the company and they say they have my reservation and that the cab is running a bit late. We wait some more. Finally the cab pulls up a good 15 minutes late and we make our way to the biggest line I have ever seen at the Winnipeg airport. We begin to panic as my mom’s flight is supposed to leave fairly soon, but I see on the departures board that the flight is running late and that we have time. So we wait patiently, not worrying about a thing until we get to the counter where the counter-person lets us know that the flight is boarding and that we need to rush my mom to that plane ASAP. Cue frenzied rushing through the airport and a painfully slow trip through airline security resulting in me waiting outside the gate wondering if my mom made it on to the plane or not. After a few minutes without any pages over the intercom or calls to my cell phone I figured she got on OK and made my way back to Tomoko so that we could start waiting for our flight.
Because the tickets together were $800 cheaper with Northwest we decided to go with them. Sadly their flight to Kansai airport was booked solid so we had to fly out to Nagoya instead and then take the bullet train to Kyoto. But before that could happen we had to change airplanes a few times. First we flew on a tiny Canadair jet to Minneapolis. Then we waited in the airport for a few hours, doing some shopping and killing time (and checking out some very impressive vending machines – iPods, PSPs, digital cameras) before getting on our plane to Tokyo. The flight was alright and I spent most of it talking to the person seated next to me – a marine who was making his way to Okinawa for his first assignment. He knew nothing about Japan or the language beyond what his Lonely Planet guide told him and had no one waiting for him in Japan, he was just expected to report for duty in two days time at his new base. When I first heard this I thought it was pretty harsh, but the dude is a marine so he should be able to handle himself. Once we arrived in Tokyo we waited around for a bit and then got on our final flight – a short hop to Nagoya.
When I left Japan I didn’t surrender my alien registration (gaijin) card because it meant filling out paper work, and as I was going out on a return ticket they had no reason to expect I wasn’t coming back. So on this trip I was slightly apprehensive that my previous laziness might cause me some problems at immigration this time around. Thankfully there were no questions about previous stays, or anything else, and I was safely in Japan.
After some misadventures with the airport ATMs we got some cash, bought our bullet train tickets and 40 minutes later were in Kyoto where Shin was waiting to pick us up. Our 20 hour trip was over and we could move on to the business of preparing for Shin and Akane’s wedding.
Last week we bought a whole bunch of pecans, so on the weekend I decided to make some pie (we had people coming over). I’d made pecan pie once before, but I don’t know if it was the recipe or me but it tasted too eggy. This one just tastes like amazing.
- An uncooked pie shell (make your own or ready made doesn’t matter)
- 1 cup corn syrup (make sure it isn’t the white corn syrup)
- 3/4 cup sugar
- 90 ml butter
- 3 large eggs
- pinch of salt
- 2 tablespoons bourbon (didn’t have this so I used 2/3 a teaspoon of artificial rum extract)
- 2 cups pecans
- Put the sugar and corn syrup in a pot and mix well
- Boil this mixture at low to medium-low heat. Do not stir! After some time it will start bubbling a fair bit and the bubbles will be big, that is when you know it is done
- While waiting for the sugar mixture to boil measure out your butter (or margerine/crisco)
- Also while waiting for it to boil, in a large-ish bowl whisk the three eggs together and add the salt and bourbon. Don’t whisk too much, the goal is for everything to be evenly mixed NOT for the eggs to be fluffy.
- Once the sugar mixture has boiled take it off the heat and put the butter on top. Wait for the butter to melt.
- Put your oven rack to the lowest level and preheat your oven to 350
- Slowly whisk the sugar and butter mixture into the eggs. Don’t go too fast or you might end up cooking the eggs which would probably suck. Once it is all in the same bowl mix it until everything is mixed together (but no more) and then leave it alone for the 10-15 minutes it will take you to make the pie crust. If you are using a frozen pie-crust then just wait for 10-15 minutes.
- Put the pecans into your pie crust
- If there are bubbles on the top of your sugar/butter/egg mixture you may want to skim them off. Doing so will make the pie look nicer. It will taste great either way.
- Pour the sugar/butter/egg mixture into the pie crust. Use a fork to push any pecans that haven’t been coated by the mixture into the mixture. You want them to get coated because when they cook they will get a really nice crunchy coating on top.
- Pop it in the oven for 45 minutes or so. You’re done! It’s probably best to let it cool down a bit so that you don’t scald yourself on hot pie filling.
Opening myself up to comments over my instant noodle consumption here is a review of the one I ate today.
Picture will be placed here later.
The first thing that impressed me about the noodles was the price. I’m pretty sure they cost something in the neighbourhood of 50 cents, which is pretty damn cheap. Opening it up I find that it has noodles (the wheat kind), a soup packet and a chili oil packet.
The soup is pretty hot. Definitely hotter than yesterday’s. It also has less sweetness and maybe more sour to it. There is no hint of coconut milk in it (real or otherwise). Still, it is a pretty good tasting soup, and would be a good option if you find Thai food to be too sweet.
The noodles scared me. They were the thin wheat noodles that I don’t like. The package states that they are air dried instead of fried, and maybe that’s the difference because as I ate them their texture didn’t bother me.
Soup: 7/10 – A bit of a simpler soup, which while done well would do better as a hot and sour soup instead of a Tom Yam soup. I expect a bit more from a Tom Yam soup.
Noodles: 7/10 – While they were the thin wheat noodles, they were done well.
It’s worth keeping in mind that these noodles cost 1/2 to 2/3 as much as yesterday’s. If I were really broke then I’d prefer these ones for sure, as it is Tomoko can afford the extra 40 cents so I’d take yesterday’s instead.
Yesterday at Sun Wah Tomoko and I went a little overboard in the instant noodle section. After unpacking everything at home we resolved to make notes of the noodle’s we got so that we’d know which ones were worth getting again so today I tried my first one.
First looking at the package we can learn many things:
- These noodles are made with Japanese technology so are obviously a high quality product
- If the name says the product is good, it must be good
- They are certified halal by the Islamic community of Ho Chi Minh City (one great thing about SE Asia is that if something can be certified halal it will be, makes things so much easier)
- Judging from all the languages, this fine product is enjoyed in many countries
Opening it up I am amazed by the number of different packets inside: noodles, soup powder, soup paste, chili oil and dried vegetables (including mini dried shrimp). But following the directions I just empty everything into my bowl, add hot water and wait. Three minutes later it is ready to be eaten.
Before continuing, a word on Tomyum flavour instant noodles. The Tomyum noodle is based on the Thai soup of the same name. The soup is spicy, sour and slightly sweet (from whatever they have in place of coconut milk). Not everyone likes the taste (Tomoko doesn’t) but I do. In Japan there was a brand of Tomyum noodles that I loved which used regular instant noodle noodles. The one I bought yesterday used bean vermicelli, aka glass noodles.
The soup itself isn’t very strong coloured (the one in Japan was a colourful mix of white and red). Picking up some of the noodles in my chopsticks (instant noodles taste better with chopsticks, and are easier to eat too) I don’t see a lot of the soup on the noodles, but I’m hoping that what I can’t see I can still taste. I’m right, the noodles have a good amount of the soup flavour on them. The soup is a good balance of spicy, sour and sweet. Not as spicy as the one I liked in Japan, but that’s a good thing.
That being said, I’m not a huge fan of the noodles themselves – they’re a bit too chewy, but that has more to do with the type of noodle than anything else. Plus they’re straight, and I prefer the wavy shape used by instant wheat noodles. While I’d prefer wheat instant noodle noodles, these ones were still much better than the ones used by Mama brand instant noodles which while being wheat noodles, are too thin and have a strange mouth feel.
I’d give the soup a 9 out of 10. Tomyum is a difficult flavour to make instant noodles out of and these guys did a great job.
For the noodles they get a 7 out of 10. While I would have preferred standard wheat noodles, the bean vermicelli makes a fun change, and definitely isn’t out of place in the dish as a whole.
So the final verdict is an 8 out of 10. A very good instant noodle product that could easily join Shin Ramen as the choice “can’t be bothered to make anything” component of a well-balanced diet.
Because we were already in Spain while it was going on, I decided that we had to go see the Running of the Bulls.
Long story short, Pamplona smelled like a washroom in a dodgy club and Tomoko and I really wanted a bull to injure someone.
With the show over by 10am, people get ready to binge drink through another day.
And with that we leave Pamplona behind and make our to Barcelona.
While I’m sure that there are lots of neat things to do there, Madrid was pretty much just a stopover between Granada and Pamplona. This was made worse by having lost our guidebook. But there was one thing that we did want to do, visit the Prado museum (it’s name in Spanish is Museo del Prado – the Prado Museum, but it’s really an art gallery). So we put our things in a locker at the bus station and then made our way to the museum.
The Prado is a renowned gallery and houses lots of great works. Here’s a link with some of the more famous ones. Sadly, the first thing we did when we got there was use their washrooms (so much better than the one at the bus station), and then had some breakfast in the gallery cafe.
But after that we got serious about art. Half-way through we realized that there was a simultaneous Picasso exhibition going on and that we really wanted to see it. The exhibition was to commemorate the 25th anniversary of the repatriation of Guernica and was actually split between the Prado and Reina Sofia museums. Sadly to see it, we had to re-enter the museum (but didn’t have to pay extra). So we took in the half at the Prado and then gave ourselves a lunch break.
Whenever we eat out we spend far too long deciding on where to go. Basically we veto everything we see until we are far too hungry, tired and/or angry to look any more and then settle on the first thing we see. This was no exception. We happened upon a restaurant that was having a really cheap lunch special and decided to give it a go.
The food was really good. We decided to get gazpacho for our appetizers (it was our first time having it) and were hooked. I miss gazpacho. The main was tasty and filling, and then came dessert. I ordered something called a Crema Catalan in the hope that it would be similar to crème brûlée. It was 🙂 and was sooo good.
After that we made our way to the Reina Sofia museum, but on the way I gave a euro to a really shady dude with some made-up story of woe because he spoke English. Tomoko was pissed off at me about that for a long time after. Checked out the museum, saw the regular collections as well. The Reina Sofia houses all the 20th century art while the Prado has the older works. Between the Reina Sofia and the Tate Modern, I’ve got to say that I like modern art more than the classical stuff.
After a few more hours of art we both had enough and wanted to see a bit of Madrid, so we made our way to Puerta del Sol, because hey it’s the centre of both Madrid and Spain (in that all distances were measured from there) so why not? From the museum to the metro we walked through one of the coolest train station ever.
Train station + jungle = all kinds of amazing
Tomoko was less than impressed (although the humidity in there may have had something to do with it).
Lots of people hanging out there, lots of shops too. We did some shopping. We also made use of the bookstores by looking through their guidebooks to get information on accommodation for the remaining legs of our trip.
After the shops were all closed we went off in search of food. This took a very, very long time (I guess we weren’t exhausted enough yet), but eventually we found somewhere that was just too compelling to not go to – Kono Pizza.
Pizza in a cone, what could go wrong?
The guys working the counter were quite friendly and helpful in explaining our menu options to us. Tomoko thinks they were gay (I guess we’ll never know). After finally deciding on our order we sat down and waited for the pizzas to be made (they use a conveyor oven deal similar to the Quizno’s sub-toasting set-up).
Then came the moment of truth.
It was pretty good. After eating it I was still hungry, so I had a salad pizza (ie not cooked) with basil, cherry tomatoes and mozzarella which was even better. If and when they make it to Canada I recommend giving it a try.
We made our way back to the bus station to get the overnight bus to Pamplona.