Friday, April 14, 2006

Oops, I did it again

I never learn.

Every freaking year I do it, and every year I'm sorry I did.

I'm a chocolate lover - not a day goes by that I don't have a nibble of some tasty dark chocolate. However, I'm not really a sugar fiend. In fact, I eat very little refined sugar - I just don't seem to crave the stuff, and in general, I'll pass it by in favor of a salty/crunchy snack, or a bite of chocolate.

But every year I succumb to the voluptuous horror of Peeps and Cadbury Creme Eggs.

Marshmallows are good, and sugar-crusted marshmallow chicks are great. They're cute, and yet they put up a fight. Ever tried to bite the head off of a Peep? It is not a clean cut. They stretch and tug and stick to your teeth and fingers. Then finally, a gentle tug, and the decapitation is complete. If you shy from violence and gore, stick with a hollow chocolate bunny - you can snap the ears off with no sense of struggle. But the Peep leaves its mark on you - yellow stained fingers and gooey teeth. The most insidious part is the Peep is merely a gateway confection.

Inevitably a Peep binge leads me to crave the serious stuff. The Cadbury Creme Egg.

Something about the adorable yolk-in-the-center just gets to me. Plus, they're only available for a few short weeks. And they look so innocent - but in fact, they hide a sinister gutful of sucrose doom. If one is not accustomed to regular doses of sugar, the Cadbury Creme Egg is the equivalent of mainlining high quality, uncut heroin. The rush is heady and immediate - I once believed I was a hummingbird for a good 15 minutes. I ran around in a sticky, chocolate-mouthed haze, annoying everyone in my immediate vicinity.

Then, the crash. Oh, the buzz is fantastic, but the payback is a bitch. The sugar hangover is fierce - a sudden plummet of energy, a bloated and upset stomach, and a throbbing headache. Every year I tell myself that I will learn from my experience and cease these ridiculous binges.

But I never learn.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006


Uwajimaya is a HUGE market in the International District (The "ID") - enormous asian grocery, housewares, gifts, books, a food court, and an entire department full of Hello Kitty. I love Hello Kitty!

I ate at the food court on Saturday - Korean BBQ from Shilla. Tasty traditional beef BBQ over rice, mildly spicy, thin sliced, and super tender. It came with totally fabulous kimchi and some lightly pickled sprouts. Very yummy, and a total bargain.

I love browsing at Uwajimaya. They have a gigantic produce section with every exotic fruit, veg, and alien plant life one can imagine. Including durian fruit.

I almost bought one, but chickened out. Durian is a spiny, slightly football size/shape fruit with a creamy interior. Apparently it tastes vaguely like a custard, with a hint of banana. But the terrifying part is the smell. It has a horrible odor so strong and vile that there are many places in Southeast Asia that prohibit it. Signs on public transport in Singapore show that durian, along with flammable liquids and smoking, are strictly prohibited.

I read somewhere that eating a durian is like having a custard garnished with onions in a filthy public bathroom. Maybe someday I'll have the guts to do it. But not today.

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Eva Ruth Enders
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