Mixed Plate: HBD.... to ME!

Another year down and while I am older... I wouldn't necessarily say I'm any more wise. But I'm smart enough to say, dammit, I'm giving myself a Birthday Blog Holiday. I'm gonna eat cake. Maybe not this cake, because it's already long gone, but a sweet pastry of some sort. And I'm gonna just chill out. My day of birth was over the weekend, nuttin' special, but whatever, I'm celebrating it all week by trying to relax and take it easy. More importantly, IT'S THE MISTER'S BIRTHDAY THIS WEEK! Brock's birthday is on Weds. We're like twins. But not. Because that'd be weird. Anyways, I'm sure there will be cake, or more likely, hamburgers, which is fine by me. So HBD to us both, old folks that we are -- now git off my lawn! 

Birthday Cake and Blog Break. HBD to me! - Photo by Wasabi Prime

Mixed Plate: Keeping It Real (and Craptacular)

There's about as much truth in advertising as there is honesty in blogging. That gorgeous turkey dinner with all the trimmings you posted in time for the holiday season was probably made months in advance, just to make sure the timing was right for the post to go live, and catch the fervor of the celebratory meal hive-mind. And all those perfectly-lit cocktails were likely mixed around 9am, when the natural light was just right, to shine through the martini glass with a translucent glow. You either threw out the drink once the photos were taken, or were buzzed before lunchtime.There's certainly nothing wrong with it -- I've done this, and I know others who do the same; it's just part of the content game to stay on-trend and put food's best foot forward. But what about when something goes awry? What happens when some personal holiday or celebration just goes all kinds of craptacular wrong? Do you share it, or keep the dark secret buried like a body under the floorboards??

Craptacular Day = Receive Pasta - Photo by Wasabi Prime

Mixed Plate: Viva La Thanksgiving

And here we are yet again... another Thanksgiving ready to unfurl its tryptophan wings and cast us into a turkey-stuffing-pie food coma vortex. And for those readying to battle the Black Friday shopping crowds, I salute you with a less than enthusiastic wave of a half-eaten turkey leg. Instead of showing a typical Thanksgiving pastoral, I opted to share photos from a recent trip to The Ninth Island (aka, Las Vegas), when my family and I gathered for my cousin Deven's birthday. It wasn't Thanksgiving and there wasn't a roasted turkey to be seen, but it got me thinking about what makes any holiday worthwhile. It's the time we set aside to spend with family, the rare moments everyone's in the same place at the same time, and the chance to sit back and gaze at the family gene pool party. Dive in, y'all, it's the holidays.

See, Las Vegas isn't all seedy hookers and pimps - they keep the nice stuff under glass - Photo by Wasabi Prime

Does our family always get together like this for a birthday? No. But when someone says they want their birthday in Vegas, it's as if God spoke and the whole family jumps on a plane to heed this Almighty call. My cousin Deven turned 42, which is a significant year in Japanese culture -- yakudoshi, like a rite of passage, or a year of chaos, depending on what Google tells you -- so it all basically translates to: let's have a big-ass party. I think that's what every culture is based on, be it feast or famine, we relish the opportunity to celebrate something. It's a good thing, as Saint Martha would say. And that's kind of what Thanksgiving is like, because we're not really celebrating the fact that the Pilgrims came from afar to bring a persecuted religion and smallpox to a trustworthy, indigenous people, we just want an excuse to go on a carb-binge with the cornbread stuffing, eat three pieces of pumpkin pie (with whipped cream), and pass out on the couch by three in the afternoon. Ahh... tradition.

As luck would have it (har-har), my Wasabi Family Vegas Extravaganza took place over Halloween week, so that explains the spooktacular past-due holiday photos. Unlike typical family jaunts to Las Vegas, we made sure to plan some quality family time, like seeing a show and then a nice family dinner on Deven's birthday. There was also a trip to the Hoover Dam, but I missed that, as I was already en route back to rainy Washington, but from what I heard, Hoover Dam was dam good. I will say this -- when you live in the Pacific Northwest and it's already in the middle of nonstop rain and zero-dark-thirty by four in the afternoon, taking a short trip to the sunnier skies of Nevada is like a shot of adrenaline. The temperature is no longer three times the surface of the sun, it remained in the pleasant upper seventies to low eighties, and there was barely a cloud in the sky. My lackluster Vitamin D levels jump at the thought of it.

From rain to shine - a vacation from the rain-soaked Pacific Northwest - Photos by Wasabi Prime

Halloween week in Las Vegas is about what you'd guess -- people dressed in costume, running around Downtown and The Strip, with you playing that mental game in your head: Halloween costume or actual stripper/pimp? October is also the pesky month where a lot of performers go on vacation and the shows take breaks, since it's typically a low-season time, but my cousin found a show he wanted to see -- Criss Angel's Believe at the Luxor -- and seeing a rock n' roll illusion show was actually pretty fitting for Halloween night. I'm always amazed at Las Vegas performers with regular shows, many doing two performances a night, weekdays through weekends. Most people's offices are a little cubicle, but a performer's office is a stage full of pyrotechnics, scary-looking props and a live crowd, which I think can be the scariest thing of all. Regardless of what performer you see in Las Vegas, you can never deny them the art of showmanship and the ability to keep a crowd's attention, which I think is magic all its own.

Vegas Halloween, and the cage where the gambling cheats go - Photos by Wasabi Prime

I was simply told, "Bring a wig," from my other cousin and aunt helping to plan this Halloween Night outing. As good a suggestion as any, really. So a few of us wigged-out, wore funny glasses and we spent a night on The Strip, catching a magic show and seeing all sorts of crazy stuff in and out of the casinos on All Hallow's Eve. I'd have brought my cat's ears headband, but Indy was still using it.

Just like any other night in Las Vegas - Photos by Wasabi Prime

Despite all the family time, I did steal away for a few hours to wander the Strip one afternoon. I mostly wanted to visit the Bellagio and see their seasonal garden display. I'm not a gambler, so seeing pretty garden stuff is my granny-old lady highlight. As always, they aim to impress and the gorgeous autumn harvest-themed display in the atrium area is a must-see, whether you're planning on gambling your kid's college fund away or not.

Talking trees, giant pumpkins and oh yes... WINE! - Photos by Wasabi Prime

I managed to snap a few photos of the delightful pastries in one of the Bellagio's specialty bakeries, Jean Phillipe. This bakery is hard to miss -- it's in the retail area and you'll be drawn to the ceiling-high fountain of melted chocolate cascading down a sculpture of blown glass. You're amazed, then you kind of shake your head, thinking: only in Las Vegas. I had to take a moment and admire the beautiful Halloween themed desserts. I know we're not thinking of ghosts and goblins anymore, but you can't help but adore these sweets. I couldn't bear to eat something so cute, so I picked up some buttery, flaky croissant -- chocolate and almond -- and some of their pretty chocolate-dipped biscotti. Maybe not as precious as a pastry ghost, but just as delicious.

Spooky sweets at Jean Phillipe Bakery in the Bellagio - Photos by Wasabi Prime

The Bellagio is pretty close to Caesar's Palace, so I ran in there just to visit their Vosges Chocolate boutique. Their chocolates are exquisite, as is their packaging. Purple boxes and ribbons -- Prince would feel very at-home. I can usually find their bacon-chocolate bar at Whole Foods, but their real gems are of course their truffles, which you either have to order by mail or visit one of their shops. A stupid amount of money later, I had a shopping bag full of holiday gifts, more sweets for my cousin's birthday celebration, and even something sweet to bring home to the Mister. It felt like a total Vegas Moment, shopping for luxury chocolates, surrounded by fake Greek statues and wondering just how the hell they built that spiraling escalator in The Forum Shops.

Hail Caesar and your bitchin' shopping mall - Photos by Wasabi Prime

As a travel note -- if you find yourself buying stuff and wondering if everything will fit into your suitcase, there is a UPS Store right in the Flamingo Hotel, which is right across from Caesar's Palace. Why more hotels don't have UPS Stores is beyond me, but I'm glad for that convenience. It might be an expensive way to get things home, but the way airlines charge for bags, you're spending over twenty five bucks either way, so may as well not have to carry it yourself.

Family dinner time, Election Day-style! - Photos by Wasabi Prime

On the night of my cousin Deven's birthday, his sister Dawn and my Aunt Sharon made sure everyone was decked out in election-themed gear they made ahead of time. Buttons, pamphlets, the whole deal. Not that my cousin is running for office, but at the time, election felt like a fitting theme, plus I have an uncle who's a state senator and his own campaign brochures made for good inspiration material. The whole family gathered at the Second Street Grill in the Fremont Hotel -- because Downtown Vegas is how Hawaii folks roll -- and we wore our fake-candidate buttons proudly for Deven's birthday dinner. Like some crazy Hunger Games thing, we made a "tribute" to Deven and his love of chocolate, piling gifts of sweets from all over the world on the center of the table. I know it wasn't Thanksgiving, but it felt like a long-overdue holiday gathering made even more special since people had to travel a ways to meet up. My cousin Dawn wins the Mileage Award, having traveled all the way from Sweden to attend her brother's birthday. All this and us cousins didn't have to sit at the kiddie table -- who says Vegas isn't a town for winners?

Food, family and funny photos while on The Ninth Island - Photos by Wasabi Prime

Much like Thanksgiving itself, the trip was full of big meals, but it was less about the food and more about the time it gave us to spend together. It was a reminder that no matter what the occasion, however funky the location, time with family is a rare gift. Costume wigs optional. I don't live close to my family, the closest immediate relative is a state away and my parents are nearly an ocean away, so this trip was like Thanksgiving and Christmas, all rolled up into one. I honestly can't think of the last time so many of us got together like this and I can't think of when we'll be able to do this again. So as you gather to feast upon the turkey, raise your head from your plate for a moment to see who's sitting with you. Be thankful for the occasion that brings you and your crazy clan of family members together for a night. Viva La Thanksgiving, y'all.

Happy Birthday to Me.

I like it when my birthday falls on a post day because I can gift myself with the indulgence of posting this sorry excuse for a blog entry. Here's to getting older and not even a little bit wiser.

 I'm sort of taking a day off, to commemorate another year of more gray hairs and decreasing skin elasticity. I'll get a little work done so I don't feel like a total slob, but family is visiting right now and it's a busy week, so I will have more to report later. Until then, enjoy this lavish illustration I created in under five minutes. It sums up my relationship with desserts pretty nicely, don't you think?

OMG a Recipe: Beware the Roller-Disco-Cupcake Ides of March

Beware, oh great Caesar... the sequined, frothy beer-topped Ides of March, slathered in buttercream frosting... That's not how Shakespeare's play really went down, nor was it the real story behind Julius Caesar's untimely demise. Heck, it's not even the Ides of March anymore, because we're in the dwindling days of the month. But I do have a truthful warning about March -- beyond the wealth of regrettable decisions and naked table dancing that is St. Patrick's Day, there is an inherent danger in baking cupcakes for a friend's birthday... endless leftovers!

Beware the army of cupcakes, out to put you into a diabetic coma - Photo by Wasabi Prime

Yes, file it under First World Problems -- an excess of cupcakes is never a terrible thing. I just as easily could have packed the Mister off with the little frosted devils the Monday after the birthday, but no, I am a greedy, evil cupcake leprechaun, fit to horde away my sugary treasure. Get away from me pot o' gold, you rotten kids -- and no,  you can't have any of me Lucky Charms, neither! Despite the photo of Epic Infinite Cupcakes, we didn't have quite that many left in our possession, but I will say we've been having dessert every night and loving it.

As annoying as the Cupcake Craze may be, I will say it's a dessert that travels well. You don't need utensils or plates. Everything is individually portioned. Just hand 'em out and people eat. Done. I volunteered baked sweets for a friend's birthday party which happened to fall on St. Patrick's Day, which also happened to fall on a Saturday. They say 2012 is the year the world ends, and if those weren't the foretold signs of an apocalyptic end, I don't know what is. St. Patty's on a Saturday? Nostradamus, how could you not have seen that one coming? The party was thankfully cataclysm-free. There was roller-rink boogie-ing, there was much wine and beer-ing, and somehow we wound up at an all-night karaoke place that lets you rent suites so you can keep your shame all to yourself. Two o'clock in the morning later, we arrived home intact, with a tupperware full of leftover cupcakes. Alive and well, with dessert. Not such a sad state of affairs.

Sure, it's more steps than cake from a box, but the sugar high alone is worth it - Photos by Wasabi Prime

This is a sort-of OMG a Recipe, as I have a recipe available for the cupcakes, but it isn't mine, I did a quick search on my Epicurious iPhone app to find a chocolate cake recipe that sounded good. I went with the Ganache-filled Chocolate Cupcakes with Seven Minute Meringue Frosting, but left out its more showy aspects. No ganache filling. Not even a fluffy meringue topping. It sounds lackluster, but I just wanted a nice, basic dark chocolate cake, so I didn't add the chocolate chips and I replaced the water with a dark beer, specifically Black Butte Porter. I didn't heat it, I poured in a cup's worth cold, into the batter, and it turned out fine. I wanted it to be a beer-chocolate cupcake, and since it was St. Patrick's Day and there was much seasonal buzz about McDonalds' annual Shamrock Shake appearance, I went with a mint-flavored white chocolate buttercream frosting. The buttercream frosting was the only tricky bit; it took a few rounds with the mixer to get it to the right consistency, plus some rest time in the fridge, to help set the consistency a bit more. I went with a recipe similar to this white chocolate frosting, adding some powdered egg whites to stiffen it up a bit and have it set enough to where it was a little dry to the touch, just so the cupcake tops wouldn't fuse together during transit. The minty flower cookies were an add-on for both decoration and for easy grabbing out of the container. I would have gone with Girl Scout Cookies, as the cupcake was somewhat inspired by their Thin Mint cookies, but alas, I was too late to get my addictive dose of Scouted treats.

Disco Roller Night delights Warwick Davis' angry scary Leprechaun - Photos by Wasabi Prime

As for the evening itself, despite the potential for much harm to one's liver, I think the scariest thing was all the 70s/80s super short-shorts all the guys were wearing for the retro-themed rollerskate birthday party. You didn't know if it was St. Patrick's Day or a porn movie about to happen. Luck o' the Irish, indeed.

Mixed Plate: It's a Wasabi-Holiday

While I'm loath to announce such a thing (it's not even on my Facebook page!), yes indeed, it is my birthday today. April 25th-a-roo, and not only is it happening on Easter Monday, I'm taking the opportunity to give myself the greatest gift of all. No, not love. Not even a fur coat. I'm not posting anything beyond this old photo. That is, in fact me, age 1, in our old backyard in Torrance, California, wearing a ridiculous Easter bonnet, my dad withholding a tantalizing basket of easily breakable eggs, with my mother likely feeling tired and worn out, taking the photo. The picture is a little shopworn and old, but then again... so am I. Happy Birthday, Wasabi.

Crack the egg... release the Wasabi... enjoy - Photo by Wasabi Mom