Friday Afternoon at the Dentist

After years and years of no cavities, my dentist found one lurking in my backmost upper molar that was the size of the Grand Canyon.  The novocaine ensured I didn't feel anything, but it was still really unnerving to hear the drill winding its way into my tooth, and then seeing the pictures after.  This is the first dentist I've ever been to who gives you these hugely magnified video tours of your own mouth. 

I found it fascinating, and I wonder why every dentist doesn't do this.

As bad as it looks ("Doctor, that's like 60% of my tooth gone!"), he reassured me it was a relatively minor filling.  I shudder to think what other peoples' fillings look like, and I know this will definitely get me to floss more regularly.

Things I want to do in LA this weekend

I'll be in LA for my gramma's 90th birthday and a wedding.  Other things I want to do with my four days there (besides see friends and family):
  • I can't stop thinking about heading up to Burbank for just two reasons: 1) Porto's Bakery, the best bakery ever, where I intend to by a dozen guava-cream cheese pastries and at least two potato balls.  And get a cuban medianoche, if I have room.  And 2) It's a Wrap , the fantastic vintage store that culls clothing from TV and film shoots, where I got a $300 Marc Jacobs blazer for $40.
  • Ok, maybe a third.  It would be nice to finally try Sushi Katsu-ya or Sushi Nozawa (the sushi Nazi), but maybe I should wait until Garry can join me for that.
  • The LACMA, free after 5pm.
  • The Long Beach Antiques Market, which is happening this Sunday.
  • One of the following lunch/brunch places: John O'Groats, Clementine, Luna Park, Bossa Nova, giant pancakes at the Griddle Cafe , Original Pantry which I never tried, Susina for transcendent chocolate croissants, and Grub.
  • Hanging out in Silverlake: The Kitchen, Pazzo Gelato, and that pizza place (any more suggestions?)
  • Gorging myself on the best fish tacos of my life at Taco Nazo.
  • Getting drinks at a chill, un-obnoxious bar: the Abbey, Cafe des Artistes, the Arsenal, Cat & Fiddle (my favorite bar in the world), Chaya Brasserie ($5 drinks on Mondays still?)
  • Slurping the most authentic tom kha gai at Sanamluang  cafe in Thai Town
  • Funky shopping along Melrose Blvd between La Brea and Fairfax
  • Half roasted chicken smothered in garlic sauce, with rice and black beans and plantains at Versailles Cuban Food .
  • Gourmet burget and beer at Father's Office 
  • Farmer's Market on third: gumbo, Banana Leaf, and Loteria!
I am drooling and I can't wait.

Foodie Tuesdays: Pancakes!

I've had pancakes on the brain lately  Not just any pancakes, of course.  Weird and different pancakes, and pancake-like things!  Read on and enjoy (numbers correspond to pictures):

1. The Dutch Baby: An airy bowl-shaped pancake derived from the German Apfelpfannkuchen (apple pancake).  Typically eaten with lemon juice and powdered sugar.
2. Injera: Spongy, sour flat bread made out of teff flour (a grass native to Ethiopia) and eaten with Ethiopian, Somalian and Eritrean foods.
3. Popover: Airy roll-like thing made of egg batter and baked (especially nice with butter and jam!).  An American invention.
4. Rava Dosa: Made with rava or semolina, a lacy variation of the popular South Indian dosa.  Served with requisite dipping sauces.
5. Buckwheat Pancakes: Like normal pancakes, except the addition of dark and complex buckwheat gives it a more intense, sometimes almost bitter flavor.
6. Blini: Small thin pancakes typically eaten with cream and caviar.  A symbol of the sun to pre-Christian Slavic peoples.  By Russian tradition, the first blin is almost always destroyed while frying.
7. 葱油饼 (or cong you bing): Otherwise known as 'scallion pancakes,' layers of dough separated by oil and green onions.  Delicious with soy sauce =)
8. Yorkshire Pudding: Originated in Yorkshire, another eggy, fatty thing served with some kind of meat (great with prime rib) and gravy.
9. Swedish Pancakes: Thin and flat, similar to French crepes, served with jam and cream or savory filliongs: pea soup on Thursdays.
10. Masala Dosa: Originated in Udupi, India.  A giant crepe made of rice and lentil flour, rolled into a huge tube and stuffed with potatoes spiced with turmeric.  Served with sambal on the side.
11. Roti Paratha: A Malaysian specialty that marries the Indian paratha and the Chinese cong you bing.  The best examples are thin, crispy, and delightfully layered.  Most often served with some delicious chicken curry sauce, but can also be eaten with white sugar for breakfast.

Oldschool Monday: I'm feeling rawther moon-y.

Whenever I was feeling lovelorn (pshaw, as a kid, really!) I'd sit around and listen to songs like these and moon.  (Many people don't know the definition of 'moon' in this context. According to Merriam Webster, it originated in 1836, and means, 'to spend in idle reverie : dream—used with away.') The songs still conjure up delicious feelings of unrequited luuuuuuuurve.  Haha!

SVW (or Sisters With Voices), "Weak," 1992
Just some solid, early '90s R&B gold.

The Bangles, "Eternal Flame," 1989
I know, a bit earlier than the parameters of this series.  But oh-so-good.  I always thought it would make a good prom theme, but people thought it sounded too much like burning in the fiery pit of you-know-where.  It should have a place on tender mixtapes everywhere.

And, this sweet song from Expose released in 1990 - "I'll Never Get Over You (Getting Over Me)"

That was fishy.

Someone my roommate didn't recognize just knocked on our door while I was in my room.  He was a short, middle-eastern looking guy with dark curly hair, she said--does not fit the description of any of our neighbors.  He said the lights were on my car and that someone should go check it out.

How did he know the car belongs to me?

How did he know which apartment door to knock on?

It's very dark outside.  I just peeked out the window because I can see my car from there.  There's no light on.

Sounds extremely fishy. No way I'm going outside tonight!  And I'll be carrying a can of mace before I get in the car tomorrow morning.

UPDATE: Ok so, my car did have a light on.  But that still doesn't explain who the guy was, or how he knew it was my car.  I guess it's possible it was one of our neighbors, but still.  Guess you can never be too careful.