Month: January, 2009

best breakfast ever… the secret breakfast.  what is this secret breakfast, you ask?

i can’t tell you. duh. it’s a SECRET.

just kidding. i want to share this amazing concoction with the world. the secret breakfast is in fact an ice cream from the brilliant flavor geniuses over at humphrey slocombe, the new ice cream shop located a dangerous three blocks from my office in the san francisco mission district. the secret breakfast is icecream… with bourbon… and cornflakes.  ridiculous. sweet caramelized-y crunchy cornflake clusters in super creamy vanilla icecream swirled with bourbon. it’s just intense enough bourbon flavor to tantalize, but not so much that it leaves you gagging and shuddering like you just took a shot of drano. tastes like new orleans, according to chris ‘mr. mardi gras’ olson.

in addition to the secret breakfast, we had mcevoy olive oil ice cream (tastes like fruity pebbles!), vietnamese blue bottle coffee (possibly the best, creamiest, coffee ice cream i’ve ever had), and tried the cream cheese chocolate chip and the salt and pepper.  hell yeah. and not only is the ice cream kickass, but the people who work there are amazingly friendly and let you try tons of flavors. best of all, the place is named after mr. humphrey and mrs. slocombe from the british sitcom ‘are you being served’, which i used to watch in the middle of the night when there was nothing else on television. hey, at least i’m not a trekkie.

family style!

family style (adj, adv, n, all of the above):

a) a method of serving a meal, often in chinese food, where all dishes are placed on a table and shared by all eaters.  generally includes reaching across the table, self-serving, thievery with chopsticks, and the always-adventurous rotating lazy susan.

b) the only way to eat.  the best way to try all dishes, no matter where or when or what kind of food. if you’re not okay with me spearing food off your plate and putting it in my mouth, we shouldn’t be eating together.

c) a blog about food, family, and anything else we want to write about, including insane-faced ballet/karate performing, bruce lee swivel-painting pageant talent performers. (see below). we being two sisters, mei and irene. another reason for the family title. we like to slow roast pork butt shoulder (yes, that’s what it says on the package from the chinese grocery), experiment with butter distribution in pie crusts, and bake prodigious numbers of sweet corn maple bacon cupcakes and bacon fat ginger snap cookies.  this blog is a wayfor us  to keep in touch across three thousand miles, share recipes and amazing food discoveries, and generally be a lazy susan passing around tasty tidbits of interesting things.  mmmmmmm.

Unrelated to food. Oops.


Best pageant talent ever.

Bacon Scented Suit–Too bad I'm not a boy.



“Have you always wanted to be laced up in a bacon print/scented suit?  Well look no further. I got you covered and all for the low price of $99.95.   Peep the description:

There’s a theory that everything is better with bacon. We believe that theory with all of our heart. To that end, we are introducing our line of bacon formal wear with Uncle Oinker’s Bacon Scented Bacon Print Tuxedo. You can get married in bacon, get confirmed in bacon or go to the Oscars in bacon! Wait until Joan Rivers gets a whiff of you. Each Tuxedo is tailored from chemically treated latex print fabric in one of four different sizes. Best of all, it smells just like bacon sizzling in the pan. Dry clean only.

Wow.  At least they’re straight up about the chemicals.  No shame in their game.   Here’s your chance to outshine Don Magic Juan and his custom made “Pimpin’ ain’t easy” suits.  CHUUCH !!

Check out the nastiness here.”

Love, Irene