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a journal of the [second] plague year

Posted in Books, Kids, pictures, Travel, University life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 10, 2021 by xi'an

Read the picaresque El Buscòn (in French, translated by Nicolas Restif de La Bretonne), dating from 1602-1604, but the classic French translation from a century later is quite enjoyable and the story often hilarious. (I read this book after reading in 2019 the BD (comics) by Alain Ayroles and Juanjo Guarnido called les Indes Fourbes, that was inspired from El Buscòn and pretended to produce its sequel, located in South America). Also read the second volume of Olen Steinhauer, The Confession, just as impressive a dig into the minutiae of a Balkanic socialist dictature as the first one. And into the complex mind of another militia inspector in the homicide squad. (Just wondering if there were truly paper cups in the post-war Eastern block!)

Made my first fresh pastas with the traditional pasta machine my daughter got me as a Xmas present! I need improvements but, despite the mess this creates (flour everywhere!), it is a real treat to eat fresh pastas. The next goal is to check if soba noodles can be made with the machine….

Watched some parts of a rather terrible Korean series, Demon Catchers (or The Uncanny Counter). With absolutely no redeeming feature, although a very popular show… And the beginning episodes of another SF Korean series, Alice,  playing with time travel themes until it hit the usual paradoxes. (At least the physics fomulae on the white boards sounded correct, even though the grossly romanticised home office of a physics professor made no sense.)

Gave up on Augusto Cruz’ London after Midnight. Which revolves around the search for a surviving copy of the 1927 horror movie London after midnight, made by Tod Browning, and seemingly cursed. The plot is terrible and the style awful, an unpalatable endless infodump… Read P. Djeli Clark’s delightful short story A Dead Djinn in Cairo, which is a prequel to Haunting of tramcar 105 about a supernatural Cairo in the early 1900’s.

soba, home made [jatp]

Posted in Kids, pictures, Travel with tags , , , , , , , on April 14, 2018 by xi'an

I found out most recently that it was conceivable to make one own’s soba noodles at home! (Soba means buckwheat.) And hence embarked on the adventure on two consecutive weekends (one batch of noodles each!). As I like very much these particular noodles, having trouble finding manufactured ones around (the last ones I bought had no buckwheat flour content and were made in Hungary…). The recipe is awfully simple, since it consists in making a dough out of buckwheat and wheat flours, flattening it out (and again), and cutting thin noodles from the resulting folds. In practice, it does not work so well, from the dough crumbling when getting very thin (as buckwheat does not have the same adherence as wheat, missing the gluten component), to the folds sticking with one another when preparing to cut four or eight layers at a time. So far the results are more tagliatelle like than soba, but still eatable as is (especially for lunch at the office) and giving me a challenge to try next new techniques (like using hot water when making the dough).

   

my happy meal at Mc Donald’s

Posted in Kids, pictures, Travel, Wines with tags , , , , , , on June 29, 2016 by xi'an

As my daughter is working at a McDonald’s close to Paris-Dauphine [as a summer job], I did a neighbour visit two days ago and had a salad there! While there was nothing exciting about the salad, it was my first meal at McDonald’s for at least twenty-five years (although I may have had an occasional tea there in the meanwhile) and there was nothing wrong either. Judging solely from my daughter’s (limited) experience, I am actually impressed by the degree of Taylorism in the preparation and handling of food and the management of staff. Not that I am contemplating getting back to this chain in the next twenty years, for the food served there remains junk food, but the industrial size of the company means that health and safety regulations and labour laws are more likely to be respected there than in a small local restaurant. Again judging solely from my daughter’s experience.

In an apt contrast, we went to celebrate her admission to the medical school last weekend and picked a bento restaurant in Le Marais that had good press. And was open on a Sunday evening. The place is called Nanashis and looks like an immense railways dinning hall. Somewhat noisy but ultimately not unpleasant. And very good if pricey soba cold noodles. (Just avoid the wine. And possibly the deserts since our homemade matcha cake can compete with theirs!)