Wednesday, January 7, 2015
This is your brain. This is your brain on jet lag.
So, yesterday I went to get the battery in my watch replaced and, when the shopkeeper told me my total, I handed over a $20 bill without blinking. Like, I had three twenties in my wallet in three different currencies (because I've been too distracted to remove them or put them in the right pockets in my wallet) and of all of them, my brain decided that the one depicting President Andrew Jackson (versus Her Majesty the Queen) was the most sensible one to pick in this situation.
He stared it for a while then said, in a kind voice, "That's a dollar, love."
I turned red and babbled incoherently about still being in holiday mode, jet lag, etc. I then felt the need to assure him that I've lived in this country for 8 years, that I was fully aware that I reside in England, not the United States, and that I was just very, very tired. He nodded sympathetically.
But, I mean, come on. Dollars? It's like that American who walked into a Starbucks here (this was a while ago, when I still drank Starbucks) and said very loudly to the cashier, "DO YOU TAKE DOLLARS?"
Face. Palm.
How do you deal with jet lag? Do you struggle through, succumb to sleep, or are you not affected by it at all (like some robots I know AKA my husband)?
(p.s. if you don't get the reference in the title of this post, watch this video. Great reminder of my childhood.)
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Travel Link-Up: Travel Highlights of 2014, Wanderlust Wishlist for 2015
It's officially 2015. Out with the old and in with the new, right? And yet, I can't shake the fact that 2014 was an amazing year of travel for me.
Last year, I ate dark chocolate and pistachio gelato sandwiched in brioche in Sicily, toured the Prado in Madrid, went shopping Confessions-of-a-Shopaholic-style on Fifth Avenue in New York, and strolled the sun-drenched canals of Amsterdam in the spring.
These mini-trips all made up for the fact that John and I weren't able to take a long-haul, winter sun vacation last year (in the past, we've been beach bums in Thailand and Vietnam during the darkest months of the year), so this year, it's all about a tropical vacation again. Soon.
On my wishlist this year are a few local and far-flung destinations ...
Iceland
I still haven't been. And I'm desperate to dip my toe into a thermal spring! Please, 2015, make this happen for me.
Coast Starlight from Seattle to L.A.
I've been wanting to tour the West Coast (starting in my nearly-hometown of Seattle, Washington) on Amtrak's Coast Starlight ever since I saw a picture of the train's incredible Sightseer Lounge Car, which features HUGE windows with seats facing the scenery whooshing past. As someone who loves trains (and regularly professes her love for British trains - see this post from my baby blogging days, way back in 2010!), this would be a dream come true for me.
Mauritius
It's a tropical island with clear blue waters, white sand, and lush green vegetation. ENOUGH SAID.
Hong Kong
I've promised my grandma that I'd visit every time I talk to her on the phone ... and let her down every year. For a travel destination that I used to visit once a year between the ages of 1 to 17, it's one that I haven't returned to for a long while. I need to go back soon.
Japan
In the same vein, I'd love to visit Japan again. The last time I was there, I was 14, but I could still appreciate the beauty of the countryside and the crowded, neon-lit city of Tokyo - a place I dubbed Micro Machines City, after those miniature toy car cities we played with as kids. I long to order fresh sashimi from a window on the street, sleep on tatami mats, drink matcha tea, and slurp ramen with the locals.
Costa Rica
I was supposed to go last year with my three best friends, but we failed miserably at making it happen ... I've heard enough fabulous travel stories to induce serious wanderlust envy, so I hope I'll be making my way there soon.
Until then, I'm already looking forward to a short, girly trip to Brussels in February with my best friend, Udita, where we'll be staying at the beautiful Dominican Hotel (and eating lots of waffles and chocolate!).
What are your travel plans for 2015? Be sure to check out the destinations other bloggers have lined up in this month's travel link-up on Emma, Kelly, and Rebecca's blogs.
Monday, January 5, 2015
Travel Talk: Staying At An Airport Hotel
It's the first day back at work for a lot of us (me included) and I'm finding it just ever-so-slightly ... painful. Like, as in, I couldn't really open my eyes this morning and then, when I did, they hurt.
A lot.
With this in mind, I'd like to rewind. Back before the clock struck midnight on New Year's Eve, back before presents were ripped open on Christmas Day, back even before this whole concept of taking a break from London even began ... to somewhere between after I put my out-of-office on at work but before I stepped on BA Flight #53 to Seattle.
The day before we took off to the US, John and I were invited to his cousin's beautiful house in Boston Manor for a Christmas party, which happened to be not too far from Heathrow. Since we had a morning flight the next day, we decided to make the most of it by booking an airport hotel nearby. And since John left me in charge of choosing the hotel ... well, I searched for one with a spa.
Specifically, the Hilton at Heathrow Terminal 5. Easily the smartest travel decision I've ever made.
And folks, I can't recommend it enough - essentially, staying at an airport hotel is like starting your vacation early. With very little stress the next day. Vital point: very little stress. We went from our sleepy warm beds to that glass of champagne pictured above in the BA Gold Lounge (one of the perks of being married to a frequent - and I mean, FREQUENT - flier) in about 20 minutes flat. No joke.
Saturday night was mostly spent here:
I took full advantage of the steam room, sauna, and salt grotto (where salts are released into the air in the chamber, claiming to help ease migraines, headaches, and anxiety - perfect for those with pre-flight jitters like me) while John - being John - went a little crazy in the hydrotherapy pool and managed to injure his foot on a step (my level of sympathy for him varied between, "I'll go make you an ice-pack" to admonishments like, "I can't believe you did this. We haven't even started our vacation yet. This is so irresponsible. Why did you have to flop around like a dolphin in there? Why?").
Despite the minor first-world problem of injuring his foot in a spa (I repeat, in a spa), John and I had a positively luxurious evening chilling out and washing away the worries of London life, preparing instead for the holiday ahead.
After our spa excursion, John managed to limp to dinner at Mr. Todiwala's Kitchen - a delicious Indian restaurant named after its award-winning founder and chef, Cyrus Todiwala. Admittedly, I arrived at the restaurant expecting the same, soulless-bordering-on-tacky dining environment of many airport hotel restaurants but was quickly proven wrong when we were seated in the bustling, chic, and smartly decorated restaurant - complete with a superb view of the kitchen.
When I'm on vacation, I give myself a licence to (with limitations, of course!) basically do/eat/see whatever I want. And on this particular evening, I didn't want a standard curry with rice, so I went a little off-piste and decided to order off the menu (vegetable samosas, which were delicious), plus requested that the starter of scallops and peshwari naan arrive all at once, as my main course. Queen. For. A. Day (or all the time, depending on whom you talk to!).
After dinner, we walk/limped to our room, where the most comfortable king-sized bed (with big, fluffy pillows) awaited us and watched TV for an hour or so before dozing off. I must have been in a truly relaxed state, because when our alarm went off the next morning at 5:45 a.m. (which isn't even that early for me, and is considered "normal" or even late for John), I jumped out of bed and proceeded to wildly pace the room while not really accomplishing anything for about 10 minutes or so.
Soon, however, we quickly got our acts together and made it to the airport shuttle, which whisked us to Terminal 5 in a matter of minutes. There, we were (thankfully) fast-tracked through check-in and security to the lounge, where we enjoyed a hot breakfast, a glass of champagne, and John indulged in an Elemis facial - temporarily forgetting about his spa-injury.
It was honestly one of the best ways I've ever spent an evening pre-flight and something I'll definitely consider doing again next time we've got a morning flight (p.s. and the room was a lot cheaper than you'd think!).
A word of advice though? Don't hurt yourself in the spa. Please.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
That Memory Knot Ring
Remember that Memory Knot Ring I was telling you about? The one designed by Orly Genger and Jaclyn Mayer for Of A Kind? Well, I bought it as a birthday present for myself and it arrived while I was in the States - I couldn't wait to try it on. And ...
... I love it.
The end.
Friday, January 2, 2015
Food Coma: A (Chinese) Food Tour of Vancouver B.C.
Of course, my first post of the New Year is about food - after all, I spent most of my break eating everything in sight while mentally promising myself that I'd atone for my food-sins by walking to work every day and joining a new gym (assuming that all jet-lag has been erased by Monday morning!).
Aside from slowly expanding my waistline in the Gap velour sweatpants I've had since college (I've been meaning to throw them out, I swear - but they're just way too comfy), we spent a long weekend in Vancouver, B.C., which is just a 3-hour drive from our house in Washington.
The city of Richmond, a suburb of Vancouver, is North America's "most Asian city". At least 50% of its residents are Chinese, mostly comprised of immigrants from Hong Kong, who emigrated after the Chinese takeover of Hong Kong in 1997. Today, Richmond resembles a mini Hong Kong, with Chinese shopping malls, businesses, and restaurants at every turn.
I've been visiting Richmond for over 20 years now (!!!) as my aunt and uncle still live there (while other relatives have returned to Hong Kong). Unsurprisingly, it's become a hub for some of the best Chinese food in the world, especially as fresh seafood is ubiquitous in Vancouver. Each time, we arrive well-equipped with antacid tablets and our favorite restaurants on speed-dial (my family is known for making lunch reservations at breakfast and dinner reservations at lunch). A far cry from the local Chinese takeaway where sweet and sour pork and spring rolls rule the paper menus, the restaurants in Richmond boast some of the most expensive dishes that are exclusive to Chinese cuisine, specializing in delicacies such as shark fin soup (which is controversial, I know), abalone, and geoduck, to name a few. It's food for the adventurous - and not for the faint-hearted!
But first, let's start with the basics: wonton soup (though the variations of the soup available can hardly be called "basic"). Our first stop once we've crossed the Canadian border is always Max Noodle House, which is renowned for its wonton noodle soup.
My favorite is the beef brisket and tendon wonton noodle soup (yes, there are plump wonton dumplings underneath that tangle of noodles above!) accompanied by a side order of gai lan - Chinese broccoli. The noodles here are especially tasty due to their consistency: wonton noodles shouldn't be limp and mushy, but perfectly al dente (as my dad likes to exclaim when he's taste-testing ramen at home). The gai lan at Max's is also perfectly cooked: tender, but not too soft, crunchy, yet not too raw. It's served simply: with a small helping of oyster sauce and a dash of sesame seed oil. That's all you need, really, and this simplicity is a marker of Cantonese cuisine, which carries flavors that are typically lighter and cleaner on the palate than the spicier, heavier flavors of Chinese cuisine from mainland China.
From there, we ventured to Fisherman's Terrace Seafood Restaurant in Aberdeen Centre for dinner - a Chinese shopping mall (complete with a fountain that performs light shows set to music, a Japanese $2 store with everything you ever needed over 2 floors, and a food court specializing in Chinese street food - all which I'll cover later).
Here, we ordered specialities such as scallops (my favorite!) served in a "bird's nest" and a dish featuring two Cantonese delicacies (bottom right): abalone and duck feet. A mollusc found in the coastal waters of the Pacific Ocean (as well as off the coasts of New Zealand, Australia, and South Africa), abalone is a very desirable delicacy in Asian (as well as Chilean and French) cuisine, but is notoriously expensive. We often save it for special occasions and it's something my grandma usually orders or buys for me when I visit her in Hong Kong.
I'm not a huge fan of duck feet, but it's also very good - John was brave and tried some, which he ended up liking, but I devoured the scallops (which are hard to find of that size here in the UK), the chicken (upper left), and roast meats of pork, duck, and char siu like you've never tasted before (upper right). The char siu you might have at your local Chinatown can be tough, dry, and sickly sweet. Here, the barbecued pork is juicy, flavorful, and tender, much like the kind you can find hanging in a Hong Kong restaurant window.
The next day, we had dim sum at Sun Wui Wah in Richmond - another seafood restaurant known for its delicious offerings of lobster, geoduck, and fresh fish.
Like so many others I know, I love dim sum. And if you have a recommendation for a good dim sum restaurant in London that isn't grossly overpriced, isn't re-heated from frozen dumplings made from who-knows-when, and which serves decent-sized portions (I'll even overlook the bad service, which is apparently a given at every single Chinese restaurant I've tried in London), then puh-leaze let me know. Like, now.
Pictured above is one of my favorite sweet dim sum desserts: sesame balls with toasted sesame seeds on the outside and a black sesame paste on the inside, encased in a dough of glutinous rice flour (similar to the texture of Japanese mochi). So. Good.
In between lunch and dinner, we picked up some "snacks" at Aberdeen Centre and Parker Place (a neighboring Chinese shopping mall which ... happens to be directly across from Aberdeen Centre). I say "snacks", because the Cantonese equivalent of "snack" is more akin to a skewer of curried fishballs or a thick slab of toast with lashings of butter and condensed milk, versus a dry granola bar or a handful of nuts. You get the idea.
Cantonese and Taiwanese Chinese love their fresh juices and bubble milk teas. 8 Juice, located in the food court in Aberdeen Centre, has a variety of fresh juices made to order. My parents like the fresh Asian pear juice, but I opted for a papaya slushee - fresh, sweet chunks of papaya blended with ice. So delicious and refreshing. It brought back memories of thirst-quenching papaya and Asian pear fruit juices we'd grab outside the Causeway Bay metro station in Hong Kong after a particularly long afternoon of shopping or visiting my grandma in Kowloon.
Next, we headed to Parker Place for some of those delicious Chinese yellow curried fishballs - a childhood favorite.
The yellow curry is delicious mixed in with some rice, chicken, or even potatoes, and my mom used to ask for extra sauce so she could bring it home and do just that! My stomach's growling just thinking about it (and my heart sinks in disappointment at the reality of a can of tomato soup and stale baguette waiting for me here in the kitchen).
That night, we headed back to Sun Sui Wah (yes, again, don't judge) for a seafood extravaganza, including lobster served on a bed of noodles and geoduck - a giant clam that has a lovely sweet, and slightly crunchy texture.
Geoduck is a delicacy that's expensive to source (it rang up on our bill as $154.50 alone - yikes!) and therefore rare to find in restaurants. It's native to the west coast of North America, so you'll be hard-pressed to find it elsewhere. It can be cooked two ways (pictured above - below left and right) and also eaten raw (as sashimi) and this video from Hung Huynh, the winner of Season 3 of Top Chef shows you how (warning: geoduck looks super unappetizing in its natural form!). For me, the fried "body" of the clam (the part underneath the shell) is a little too strong (though John loved it) but I could easily polish off a plateful of the rest! Dipping it in a bowl of soy sauce with slices of red chilli only enhances its natural, sweet flavor.
We also indulged in some roast squab (pictured upper right) and one of my favorite Chinese vegetables, pea shoots sauteed in oil and a bit of garlic - simple, yet so very effective.
Finally, the piece de resistance was the ultimate dessert (and one that isn't on the menu): baked red bean and tapioca custard pudding.
You won't find this in many Chinese restaurants, and it has to be ordered ahead of time due to the amount of time it takes to bake. The flaky, outer crust resembles that of a Cantonese pineapple bun, and the warm, gooey tapioca and red bean filling is served so hot, it normally burns my tongue. I love it, and always seem to find room for it no matter how full I am!
Though we were super lucky to have my parents to guide us (and to treat us!) in ordering at some of Vancouver's best Chinese restaurants, I hope that I'll be able to return someday and be brave enough to order these delicious dishes myself.
What about you? What's the most adventurous dish you've ever tried? And has this post given you a different perspective on Chinese food? I'd love to know in the comments below!
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
And A Happy New Year
Hello! I'm taking a little break from my blogging hiatus to wish you a Happy New Year - I'm flying back to London tomorrow on New Year's Eve (boo!), so I'll be up in the sky when the clock strikes twelve. I've been having an amazing time in the US: sleeping in, binge-watching Netflix, binge-eating donuts ... let me tell you: I love blogging and posting regularly, but taking a break has felt SO GOOD!
We had a wonderful Christmas here with my family and took a fabulous foodie trip up to Vancouver, B.C. - which I'll tell you all about when I'm back across the pond! Usually, on the eve of my departure, I feel so sad. Luckily, I had the foresight (correction: my amazing friends had the foresight) to plan a few brunches and get-togethers as soon as I'm back to distract me from my homesickness. And I'd love to talk a little more about how I'm feeling about my eighth (!!!) year of living away from "home" in another blog post at some point.
Until then, here are a few highlights from the past ten days I've spent here in the States:
First things first: I made a beeline for Target and stood in the snack aisle for ages, marveling at all the Goldfish cracker flavors they've got (I walked away with French Toast and Vanilla Cupcake - my two favorites) and gulped as the cashier rang up $150 worth of items. Oops (BUT THERE'S SO MUCH TO BUY THAT YOU NEVER KNEW YOU NEEDED!).
I bought these slightly crazy shoes with gold and patent details which I love and John hates - but then again, what does he know? (I kid, I kid. But not really.) I also set my mom and dad up on Instagram (genius? Or huge regret?) so that they can keep closer tabs on me. Seriously, it can be exhausting and repetitive recounting what I've been up to each day - I tried to convince them to follow me on Twitter, but it seems that Instagram is a good compromise. It's visual anyway, which is easier for
Speaking of my mom, she actually complained that one of the disadvantages of having me at home is the fact that she doesn't receive any emails from me and that there are no new blog posts to read. WHAT. THE. HECK. She also sent me an email one night (which I received the next morning when I woke up) with the subject line: "ARE YOU ASLEEP YET?" I don't know, Mom. You could just COME DOWNSTAIRS AND CHECK?!
Anyway.
Of course, I ate one of my beloved giant sandwiches - complete with three different types of meat, two cheeses, mayo, and alfalfa sprouts (which, surprisingly, I miss in my sandwiches and salads a lot). American sandwiches are the best. Hands down.
2014 has been an incredible year for me. I know that I've been super lucky and I'm counting my blessings - I'm so looking forward to seeing what 2015 brings!
Until then, I'm wishing you health, happiness, and many successes in 2015. No matter what time zone I'll be crossing tomorrow evening, I'll raise my champagne glass (metaphorical, unless British Airways is feeling especially generous, which is seriously doubtful) to you.
Happy New Year!
Friday, December 19, 2014
May Your Days Be Merry And Bright
Well, this is it.
After I turn on my out-of-office tonight, I'm heading straight home and putting Madonna's "Holiday" on full-blast, dancing around my living room in sweatpants with my hair up in a topknot, and packing my suitcase for our trip back to the States! (I'm a little bit excited, can you tell?) I also plan on opening a nice bottle of red and listening to my carefully curated Christmas playlist on Spotify, which I've been working on for a while (e.g. no to Mariah Carey, yes to Sufjan Stevens).
Tomorrow, we're heading to a small family gathering with John's cousins who conveniently live near Heathrow, so I've booked a room at the Hilton nearby (because, SPA!) so we can just relax and start our holiday in style before grabbing breakfast the next morning in the BA Executive Club Lounge (the perks of John's crazy travel schedule).
I am so excited to see my family, my heart might burst.
I'm not sure how much I'll be posting when I'm over in the USA (and Canada! Yes, taking a little side trip up to Vancouver, with John taking it a step further in the form of a mini-snowboarding vacay in Whistler with my brother) because I'll be too busy stuffing my face with donuts and the like, but you can catch up with my Christmas adventures over on Instagram, if you'd like!
Until then, I'm wishing you the happiest of Christmases and a wonderful New Year - or as we say in the States, "Happy Holidays"!
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