Monthly Archive for April, 2011

Din! Tai! Fung!

Long lines to check out the fabled soup dumplings, but we were very lucky to arrive on the right side of 10:30 am. So we got seated.

Dim sum lunch to catch up with old friend Nona. Chris does the ordering.

Dim sum with an attitude.

Max is not sure what she’s doing here. Besides being a baby accessory.

If you can get apple juice at a dim sum house, it’s not your momma’s dim sum house.

SOUP. IN A DUMPLING! Brain implosion!

I got passionfruit bubble tea. Yeah, this ain’t no Chinatown dim sum hole in the wall.

Even the har gao looks upscale.

Ruby digs into noodles. With her fingers. I don’t believe she has ever used a fork. Please don’t hold that against me.

Published by dorothyho on April 29, 2011 in Musings and Photography. 3 Comments

The Great Appliance Hunt

Rant on.

Does ANYONE make honest-to-goodness plain old appliances with regular knobs that just turn on and off, without any of that fancy schmancy LED digital displays and push button nonsense?

Because, really, do I need a stove that can tell me the time in three colors across five timezones, offer me 50 cooking options including the ever-important “ERROR,” self-clean (Whatever the hell is self-cleaning? A stove that takes showers?), fold my laundry, and raise my kids?

No. The answer is no.

So why do appliance makers give you crap that do?

For the record, I’d like to anoint whoever designed this beautiful Ikea gas range — Look, ma! No LED display! — the Chief Creative Officer of World Appliances. For your first action, can you please get rid of the digital bells and whistles on every single appliance in the world? It’ll just make my job picking appliances that much easier.

All I want is a machine that works, as simply as possible, to do exactly what it was named to do. Cook? Turn on flame. Wash? Turn on cycle. (Dude, I don’t need 5 million washing options. Just get the poop off the onesie, okay?)

We’ve cooked and laundered for years without machines smarter than us. I’d like to think that in a post-apocalypic world, I don’t have to fear my washing machine rising against me.

Rant off.

Published by dorothyho on April 24, 2011 in Musings. 2 Comments

Everybody, Everybody! I Have Discovered The Secret To World Domination.

Elastic Waistband.

Notice the wannabe rulers of the world – Qaddafi, Hugh Hefner, Kim Jong-Il. Do any of them wear highly constrictive clothing? I think not! Qaddafi? It’s a shapeless gown. Hugh? Bathrobe. Kim? Have you seen his waist?

If you need to start feeling good about yourself to start feeling good about your world domination skills, then you need to free yourself.

Specifically, free your waist.

What this means for us is, Women, start shopping for your pants in the maternity aisle. Men, well, Men, can’t say I know where you can get your elastic waistband pants, but that’s moot because Women are going to rule the world anyway.

Now back to me.

I wish to point out this has nothing to do with the fact that I still live in my maternity jeans three months after giving birth to Maxine. Nothing at all.

So banish that thought.

Like I said, maternity pants. Women, if you’re listening, this stuff lets your ambition all hang out.