NFT Radar: Molly Moon’s

Oh Molly Moon’s. How thankful I am that I have to walk almost 2 miles to your doorstep. Otherwise I would surely be as large as the cows from whence their 16 delectable flavors come. Sure, they have the classic Neopolitan trinity. But how could you even THINK of ordering vanilla when you could have Scout Mint (as in the coveted seasonal cookies), Honey Lavender or Mandarin Chocolate Sorbet. There’s nothing better than the one-two taste punch of sweet and salty. And you can satisfy that craving with the Balsamic Strawberry (featuring large stripes of that delicious dark nectar), the Maple Walnut or the more pointed Salted Caramel. If you’re after a caffeinated kick to your sugar rush, you might go for the Thai Iced Tea or the Vivace Coffee which is freckled with ground-up coffee beans. Of course you can sample any flavor before committing to a giant scoop in your fresh waffle cone. This is useful for anyone skeptical of a cardamom-based desert (though even that is pretty good). Much to the chagrin of my pants, one can also buy their favorite flavor by the pint or quart. On a hot Seattle day, you’ll find a line out the door. But I promise it’s well worth the wait.

molly moons
1622 N 45th St 98103
206-618-4934
www.mollymoonicecream.com

X-posted from Not For Tourists.

NFT Radar: Hawaiian Breeze

Whether you’re a born and bred Kailua Boy or just an Island Cuisine enthusiast, Hawaiian Breeze has got something for you. It’s situated in the heart of Wallingford with a large window ideal for people-watching. The calming ukulele soundtrack and corny dissolve-heavy hula videos keep you distracted as you hungrily anticipate your meal. The wait can be long, even in an empty restaurant, but you’ll find it’s worth it. They have every dish down to a science. Bucking Hawaiian tradition, vegetarians can rejoice in the tofu version of the classic Chicken Katsu. The soy comes with a bonus dipping sauce, and both versions feature the Polynesian staple, macaroni salad. Likewise, the Kalhua pork and SPAM Musubi don’t miss a beat. The Karaage Chicken is universally acclaimed and is often the dish that drives customers through the door. Hawaiian Breeze is good summer eating but also provides the perfect winter comfort food when you’re trying to ignore the endless precipitation that awaits outside. Save room for a Shave Ice with the usual suspects of fruit flavors plus my personal favorite, condensed milk. Too bad there’s no beach nearby to surf away all that pork.


1719 N 45th St 98103
206-632-2583
www.hawaiianbreezeseattle.com

X-Posted from Not For Tourists.

Because It’s Lunch Time

And because I think Elyse and Wade should steal it for their very entertaining cooking blog, I pilfered this food meme.

1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
4) As is my way, I will expound on the meme by giving a + or – (to indicate my enjoyment or disapproval of said foods I have eaten. Continue reading

Tragedy at Starbuck's

Yes, I'm referring to the massive corporate layoffs, but more importantly, I'm concerned, horrified and devastated by the decision of re-instated CEO, Howard Schultz, to do away with the hot breakfast sandwiches.

Um…what?! No good reason is given for this. As far as I can tell, they are incredibly popular. They are also pretty much the only reason I GO to Starbuck's. Their drip coffee is crap and the rest of their pastry options are mediocre at best. I urge this Schultz fellow to reconsider. And I'm not alone.

For a look back on how the Starbucks breakfast sandwich has affected my life, I refer to you to three previous journal entries.


Goodbye…

The Starbuck's Breakfast Sandwich is dead. Long live the Starbuck's Breakfast Sandwich?

The Greatest Pumpkin

Drip coffee with a vegan pumpkin donut from Mighty O is a fucking miracle.

Winter Makes Me Fat

Thank god for another sunny day preventing me from going on carb-loading and inactivity suicide.

IBS Be-Gone!: Day Five

No, I don't expect people to read this every day. Really, it's more for me to keep track of my progress. So I apologize if they grow tiresome. I'll try to continue to post items of interest as well.

Anywho…

Yesterday's Eats:

Breakfast: Grits with egg beaters and cheese. Tea with milk.

Lunch: Organic bean burritos with fresh salsa. Organic, unsweetened apple sauce. Tea with milk.

Snack: PBJ rice cake. Tea with milk. Handful of crackers.

Dinner: Roasted red peppers stuffed with quinoa (THANKS, ELYSE!), shitake mushrooms, onions, zucchini, tomatoes and topped with Parmesan. PBJ rice cake for dessert.

After last night's dinner, it was the first time since I started this diet that I actually felt full after a meal. Regardless, I was still pretty hungry by the time I got home at 11, but I didn't want to eat anything that close to bed time.

I'm definitely losing weight. I haven't weighed myself since I started and I forgot to weigh myself beforehand, but at the doctor a month ago I weighed 135. My clothes are definitely a bit looser around the waist.

IBS Be-Gone!: Day Two

I woke up this morning with a headache. I was extremely dehydrated, despite having had a couple of big glasses of water before going to bed. In general, I drink a lot of water so I don't know if the probiotics are using the water or if it's something to do with the sugar withdrawal.

And yes, I think I must be going through some major sugar withdrawal that will only get worse. I am still light-headed and my headache hasn't really gone away, though it's gotten better after downing ungodly amounts of water.

Being the carbophile that I am, it's hard enough to avoid yeast, but the sugar is going to be the real rooster in the hen house here. There is sugar in EVERYTHING. I wasn't even careful enough when shopping yesterday. I grabbed a couple of cans of soup that I know to be vegetarian, without looking at the labels. When I got them home, I realised they had sugar in them. Lentil soup and split pea, I can't eat you. Luckily, I can still eat my organic tomato and my organic corn chowder, but NOT my Progresso roasted tomato. I venture to guess that Progresso (and probably all of those major canned soup brands) have sugar in them.

As I'm typing, I notice I'm making a lot more errors than usual. I also seem to keep adding superfluous E's to the ends of words. Naturally, I'm correcting as I go, but I am having a great deal of difficulty concentrating. I think my brain is jonesing for a sugar rush.

Here's what I ate yesterday:

Breakfast: Bowl of cheerios with milk and banana. Cup of tea with milk.

I now know that this was cheating in a big way. I ate the cheerios (low in sugar) before I confirmed that I am not allowed to eat ANY sugar. Also, bananas are on the high end of the sugar spectrum as far as fruits are concerned. I think this is OK though, because I ate breakfast before I bought the probiotcs. So, technically, my diet started at lunch.

Lunch: Salad with baby greens, tomatoes, mozzarella and balsamic vinaigrette dressing. 2 organic frozen black bean tacos with fresh Whole Foods salsa.

I was ready for my afternoon snack MUCH earlier than normal. Nothing I ate seemed to really fill me up.

Snack: Jicima and 4 yeast-free, organic crackers.

Dinner: Red potatoes, red peppers, garlic and tomatoes cooked in olive oil. Two rice cakes with Adam's creamy peanut butter. (I have a feeling I am going to be eating a lot of these.) A glass of milk.

Snack: (Because by 8:00, I was starving again) A few bites of the rice I made to bring to work today.

My saving grace here will be the fact that I can still eat low-sugar fruits. Apparently, the naturally occurring sugar is good for the probiotics. But I'm not allowed to overdo it. Most of my favorite fruits are, of course, high in sugar and therefore off the menu. No bananas, oranges (or orange juice) or pineapples.

I can have grapefruit, cranberries, raspberries (and all-natural raspberry jam!!), blueberry, blackberries, peaches and apples. But only in moderation. Moderation is tough for me in almost every aspect of my life.

I do have a plan for the drinking, however. I will be smuggling cranberry juice into bars because I'm fairly certain most places only serve that from-concentrate frankenjuice. I can also have martinis without the vermouth. (Yes, even vermouth has sugar in it!) So I won't have to be giving up all my vices at once.

Ode to my sandwich

If it's possible to be in love with food, than I'm in love with the Starbucks Eggs Florentine breakfast sandwich. I have been for quite some time now. Not many people understood our love, including the employees of Starbucks. “Why don't you try the Black Forest Ham?” they would say. “The Turkey is really good too.” “I'm a vegetarian,” I would inevitably reply. This may sound like our love was forced out of necessity. But this is not so. True, it was always my only sandwich option. But I have always been fond of spinach, eggs and cheese. And the Starbucks Eggs Florentine sandwich brings these ingredients together in a magical way that I have not been able to find anywhere else.

My heart was broken the day that e-coli was found in local spinach. Madness flooded the populace and people eliminated spinach from their menus. My beloved sandwich was among the casualties, quarantined for months for, what seemed to me, a somewhat reactionary measure.

After spinach began popping up again, I checked back in with Starbucks. Had my love returned? What I found instead was a new face. The Sun-Dried Tomato sandwich stared at me from the glass case with cold eyes and said “Hello, I am the very played-out Sun-Dried Tomato. I am the vegetarian option from people who think they are being clever.” “Where is my spinach?!” I pleaded with the Starbucks employee. “Isn't this e-coli madness over yet?!” And then I received the horrible news. “We're phasing out the spinach,” he said, with not a hint of remorse. “But you should try the Sun-Dried Tomato. It's much better.” I was devastated and, in my grief, I rebounded with the Sun-Dried tomato. Every bite was stale and unsatisfying. The experience left me feeling cold and empty. But what was I to do? My sandwich was gone. I had to move on.

After an exhaustive search for an adequate substitute (including trying the Seattle's Best spinach sandwich, which proved far worse than the Sun-Dried Tomato), I eventually found an acceptable replacement. A small cafe a block from my office served a tasty egg and cheese. There was no spinach. In fact, there were no vegetable options at all. But it was good enough to keep me happy. This would do. I could get on with my life.

And then it happened. Today, I went into a Starbucks to grab a Gingerbread Latte. Indeed, it was the same Starbucks in which I had received the horrible news months before. As I waited in line, I glanced into the glass case and…saw IT! My sandwich! But was it too good to be true?! During the e-coli scare, they kept the Florentine model in the case as a cruel reminder of what I could not have. But it wouldn't hurt to ask. So I did. “Do you guys have the spinach?” I timidly inquired. The employee looked at me like I was crazy for asking. “Of course we do. I mean, I think. Let me check.” And she opened the fridge and pulled one out!!! On the surface, I was calm and collected as I handed her my debit card. But inside, my heart was doing somersaults.

And here, at my desk, after months of separation, I bit into the warm, gooey goodness of Havarti, egg and spinach and once again, everything was right with the world.

I love you, Sandwich. Don't ever leave me again.

office perril

Oh bowl of Cream Pumpkins, you shall be my undoing!

pumpkins