Red Mosquito

surface the north wrote:Is there a thread yet for tricked out top raman recipes?

surface the north wrote:I should have invested in chopsticks by now.

doug rr wrote:

surface the north wrote:I should have invested in chopsticks by now.

next time you're at a chinese restaurant take about 25 of them like I do...no need to spend money on fancy ones from crate and barrel

surface the north wrote:

doug rr wrote:

surface the north wrote:I should have invested in chopsticks by now.

next time you're at a chinese restaurant take about 25 of them like I do...no need to spend money on fancy ones from crate and barrel

My normal MO is to fish the most recently used ones out of the garbage when I'm making raman or stir-fry, but I just took the trash out yesterday.

surface the north wrote:9.5/10

Alex wrote:It's clear to me that eggs, as a symbol of life, and music, as one of the most life-affirming experiences we have, go quite well together. So my question to RM is this: what music do you like to hear when you cook eggs?

For me, the answer obviously depends on what kind of eggs I'm cooking.

If I'm going scrambled, I'd listen to something harsh--some Sonic Youth's EVOL, Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music, Flaming Lips' Embryonic. The violence of egg beating is perfectly complimented by the electric guitar squalls of these kinds of records. The haphazard seasoning process (just throw it in there!), the constant motion of stirring, and the messy final product--it just begs for sloppy rock records.

Now, with omelettes, I

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go for something more precise, delicate, and virtuosic to match the exacting approach to filling selection and careful folding action--Miles Davis' Sketches of Spain and Schubert's symphonies for instance.

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However, an omelette always had sort of a uniquely American appeal to me, but I can't put my finger on why that is.

I recall a

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folksy

omelette with jalapenos, smoked ham, cream cheese, and

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diced brussels

sprouts that was soundtracked perfectly by

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Arlo Guthrie's Hobo's Lullaby.

Fried eggs beg for something a little more jangly and free-flowing, to match the "anything can happen" process of egg shaping. Sometimes the egg is a pretty little circle, sometimes it’s a gangly hardened splash. You never know what you'll get. A good guitar wankery record is nice here, like Stephen Malkmus' Pig Lib. Or maybe an improvisational jazz record, like John Coltrane's A Love Supreme. It helps if these brave, exploratory types of records contain cores of melody to which the songs return--like the reliable yolk (whether solid, gooey, or runny) in the middle of an unpredictably spindly bed.

There are more options (poached, benedict, etc.) but this is just a starting point. What say you, RM?

surface the north wrote:

Alex wrote:It's clear to me that eggs, as a symbol of life, and music, as one of the most life-affirming experiences we have, go quite well together. So my question to RM is this: what music do you like to hear when you cook eggs?

For me, the answer obviously depends on what kind of eggs I'm cooking.

If I'm going scrambled, I'd listen to something harsh--some Sonic Youth's EVOL, Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music, Flaming Lips' Embryonic. The violence of egg beating is perfectly complimented by the electric guitar squalls of these kinds of records. The haphazard seasoning process (just throw it in there!), the constant motion of stirring, and the messy final product--it just begs for sloppy rock records.

Now, with omelettes, I

Spoiler: show

could

go for something more precise, delicate, and virtuosic to match the exacting approach to filling selection and careful folding action--Miles Davis' Sketches of Spain and Schubert's symphonies for instance.

Spoiler: show

However, an omelette always had sort of a uniquely American appeal to me, but I can't put my finger on why that is.

I recall a

Spoiler: show

folksy

omelette with jalapenos, smoked ham, cream cheese, and

Spoiler: show

diced brussels

sprouts that was soundtracked perfectly by

Spoiler: show

Arlo Guthrie's Hobo's Lullaby.

Fried eggs beg for something a little more jangly and free-flowing, to match the "anything can happen" process of egg shaping. Sometimes the egg is a pretty little circle, sometimes it’s a gangly hardened splash. You never know what you'll get. A good guitar wankery record is nice here, like Stephen Malkmus' Pig Lib. Or maybe an improvisational jazz record, like John Coltrane's A Love Supreme. It helps if these brave, exploratory types of records contain cores of melody to which the songs return--like the reliable yolk (whether solid, gooey, or runny) in the middle of an unpredictably spindly bed.

There are more options (poached, benedict, etc.) but this is just a starting point. What say you, RM?

Alex wrote:i'm close to achieving apotheosis of form

malice wrote:

Alex wrote:i'm close to achieving apotheosis of form

9.5/10