Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Quick bites and reruns.

We made Pho Ga the other night. It's pretty much the best chicken noodle soup you'll ever eat. Of course we took pictures. Of course I haven't unloaded them from the camera. You'll just have to wait.

The broth was even better last night as leftovers with spring rolls. I have a bit more broth to have tonight, with lemongrass chicken.

With every meal we prepare, I am just shocked as hell that we were able to accomplish it. The flavors are so complex, and the presentation is so lovely, that we never thought we could replicate it on our own, let alone so easily and have so much fun doing it.  It gives you hope, you know? I'm getting all misty here. Give me a moment...

Okay. That's passed. So this whole writer's strike thing? It's starting to piss me off just a wee bit. I love The Daily Show, but I love it more when it has writers, you know? It was sort of amusing at first to see how the late night crews would fill their writer-less time, but now it's just sort of uncomfortable and a little weird. However, there are some good things about the strike:

  • Rewatching both seasons of Extras on HBO on Demand. It's even better the second time around, and I didn't think that was possible.

  • Catching up with missed episodes of Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations on The Travel Channel. If House were a chain-smoking, glob-trotting foodie, he'd be Anthony Bourdain. I'm rather fascinated by the "I'm so good at what I do that I can be an asshole if I want to be" thing they both have going for them.

  • Big Brother 9 starts on February 12th. Yeah, yeah. Everyone's got their guilty pleasures. One of mine just happens to be Big Brother.

  • Speaking of guilty pleasures, American Idol comes back this month.


Ah, yes.. it all comes back to Extras: 
"The Victorian freak show never went away. Now it’s called ‘Big Brother’ or ‘American Idol,’ where in the preliminary rounds we wheel out the bewildered to be sniggered at by multimillionaires. You can’t wash your hands of this. You can’t keep going, ‘Oh, it’s exploitation, but it’s what the public wants.’ No. Shame on you. And shame on me. I’m the worst of all. Cause I’m one of these people that goes, ‘I’m an entertainer, it’s in my blood.’ Yeah, it’s in my blood because a real job’s too hard." - David Brent aka Ricky Gervais

I suppose that as long as there are people out there who relish public humiliation, people who have no shame... as long as those people know what they are getting into... as long as there isn't enough good, scripted TV... there will be viewers. Hey, at least I don't watch "Deal or No Deal." Howie Mandel + attention whores + dumb, dumb luck = the lowest form of television. Okay, maybe I'm being too hard on "Deal" - at least Flava Flav isn't involved...

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