Lingbo Li
How to be a foodie, and look good in your underwear too
not actually my stomach
I feel like this entry will be of interest to some people.
Basically:
1) Exercise everyday. Every. Single. Day. (Ok, so I actually exercise 5-6 times a week. 4, if it’s a really bad week.)
2) Be blessed with good genes.
3) See number 1 again.
If you’re curious, I usually run about 30-40 min on the treadmill at 6.5ish these days. The best motivation for me to keep going is a new episode of Millionaire Matchmaker, my favorite reality show. I also do some light strength training – squats, lunges, situps, bicep curls. Plus I’m young, my parents are both still in shape, and I drink maybe 2-3 times a month, if that, and even then, relatively little.
I eat dessert, I snack at night, I eat simple carbs. I eat stuff like fried oysters and calves brains and homemade bacon. But then I hit the gym. The catch, if there is one, is that I actually really like working out – I get depressed/tired/icky if I skip one too many workouts.
Sometimes, I wonder what I would look like if I kept up my fitness sched along with eating like normal paranoid girls, but then life would be so much emptier… so I’m happy, though I have similar hangups like everyone else.
I’m also not a very good gym guilt trip. I will not keep my promise to text you everytime I pull on my running shoes – or should I set up a Twitter account to send notices to peoples’ phones? That would be silly.
Next stop: Tupelo in Inman Square
So my latest Chowhound digest informs me that Tupelo is the more student-friendly (read: cheaper) Hungry Mother. And that it’s hipper. Harvard students aren’t really know for their hipness (unless endless parades of Longchamp bags, Tory Burch flats, and rugby striped ties paired with navy blazers can REALLY be described as hip…) but they’re definitely not as willing to drop 20+ on an entree as their grown up, consulting brethren.
So students, by which I mean myself, I’d recommend checking out Tupelo. It’s a short walk from Annenberg, or you can take the #69 bus. Next time I want fried oysters or New Orleans gumbo, this is where my meager bank account is heading, yo.
For the semi-techfunctioning amongst you, here’s their Twitter.
Hungry Mother, Kendall Square
very pleased, check out the cool jar-as-water-glass to the left
Ah Hungry Mother, you have won my heart with your soulful Southern cooking. You charmed me with the mini-pins emblazoned with your cardinal logo on the host’s desk, then courted me some more with the jars-as-water-glasses ploy. Sourdough bread and super fresh butter was when I began to fall in love.
Thanks so much, 3 Buck Bites, for providing the gift certificate that made it all possible. By the way, if you say you’re from 3BB, they’ll knock a penny of the price of their 4 dollar starters to make it fit into the price range. A penny off warm beef tongue canape is totally worth it.
pork boudin balls
fried oysters!
Then came the pork boudin balls and the outrageous fried oysters, better than I could have imagined (and how I did imagine), and that was when I knew it was meant to be. The oysters were crunchy and golden on the outside, dredged in cornmeal and fried until crispy-creamy-hot, insides oozing with tastes that spoke faintly of sea and more strongly of bliss. The pork boudin balls were a perfect balance of pig and carb, with a remoulade sauce that jazzed up every bite like a spicy, grown up Thousand Island dressing. Also unforgiveably delicious. My friend and I assiduously ate every last bite of boudin ball and fried oyster, every last delightful cornmeal crumb, even cleaning out the lightly lemony sauce that came with the oysters.
cornmeal catfish
potato-less gnocchi
Then came the cornmeal catfish, a thick slab fried golden brown on top of red beans rice. Also fantastic comfort food. Being Chinese, this was not the kind of food I would associate with home, but generated a similar kind of swaddled, sheltered feeling. The waitstaff was charming and loved food blogs. (Yay!) Marco and I split the catfish and gnocchi, a litle less exciting but also delicious, with a fantastic homemade pancetta thrown in amidst the peas, shoots, and mushrooms. I was not aware, however, that gnocchi could be made without potato – as such, it had no element of chewiness.
For dessert, Marco decided on the honey and buttermilk panna cotta with cornmeal shortbread (that’s three courses with cornmeal of some kind) and elderflower infused caramel sauce. It was stiffer than I was used to in a panna cotta, also didn’t love the shortbread, but did love the caramel sauce and its unexpected floral notes.
It was also not very photogenic, which is why I’ll skip you the pain of looks like a white hockey puck bathed in candlelight.
Overall, a really wonderful experience, and a nice send off to my friend who’s about to ship himself off to Brazil.
While I wouldn’t say the prices are student friendly, with entrees ranging from 18-26, it is definitely within special occasion budget for most students, only a few dollars more expensive than the average Uno’s entree. Totally worth the trek if you’re looking to get out of Harvard Square. That’s my plea for Harvard students to finally leave their dining hall/burrito chain confines. And who doesn’t love fried oysters? They probably don’t like sex, or ice cream, or life.
Free Uppercrust Pizza + Stalk My Appetite
I’m always excited about free food events, especially when it’s something as delectable as thin-crust pizza from Upper Crust. Their barbecue chicken version is particularly sinfully tasty.
I was really impressed by the slice size – basically a quarter of a pie per person, despite the fact that all I paid for it was printing out the forwarded email. I got their special, a tasty but mild mixture of eggplant, ricotta cheese, and caramelized onions. My gay best friend decided to dump a can of chili flakes on his slice. “I’m going to get an ulcer,” he declared proudly.
I’ve decided I’m a fan. The crust does a great job of displaying their creative toppings, plus comes with a perfectly burnt crunch. Marco and I ate our slices outside to enjoy the lovely spring weather we’ve been blessed with recently.
—————————————————– STALK MY APPETITE:
Dinner at Hungry Mother tomorrow/today (Wednesday!) with my aforementioned gay BFF, plus dinner on Saturday at swanky Mistral with super cool Mike. Feel free to shoot me recommendations for what I should order!
Also, entries on a lovely Chinese feast at Mulan in Cambridge soon (totally overdue)… I may go out for dim sum this weekend, probably at Hei La Moon or Gitlo’s, per Lena‘s advice. Her boyfriend makes a mean coffee, by the way.
I recently had some more dim sum at Winsor Dim Sum Cafe on Tyler St in Chinatown. Had a tasty morsel of beef stomach with scallion and ginger plus some less impressive fried turnip cake. (Initially delicious, but the middles proved tasteless, mushy, and cold. Plus, not enough hoisin sauce.) Beef stomach is really all about the chewy texture. I’d go back and try their spicy Szechuan version sometime.
Also hoping to make it out to Porter Square Exchange Mall. I have been dying for good takoyaki.
My yummy $1 oysters at Rialto are now up on 3 Buck Bites, check it out!
Finally, exciting news from KO Prime, where I had my delectable calves brains, detailed in video. My awesome server sent me an update email on my request for bull testicles to be added to the menu. The email was charmingly entitled “BALLS,” and informed me they’ve got the balls, now they’re working on recipes. I’ll update you all on this important ongoing story.
Even more finally, I will be Shanghai this summer beginning early June. If you have any must tries, let me know!
Lana Lingbo Li
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