Monday, September 27, 2010

Whisk, a love story.

I have been terribly remiss, and I must apologize.

You know how when you have two best friends and you hang out with each of them so much and you love both of them so much that when you all show up at a party together they end up introducing each other because the fact that they haven't met yet is unfathomable to you so you don't think to do it yourself? You just assumed that because you love each of them and spend time with each of them that they would also be best friends. Well, this is a lot like that. I'm sorry that it's taken so long, because I so rudely forgot to do so, but I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Whisk.


Whisk is a piece of heaven here in Shanghai that specializes in chocolate. Chocolate Mousse, Chocolate Cake, Chocolate Gelato, Chocolate Churros, (and yes I'm Capitalizing their names on Purpose because they are Important and Important things get Capital Letters) and it's all one hundred percent perfection.
Chocolate Mousse
Inside the ramikin is what chili's molten cake wants to be when it grows up.
Warm Chocolate Liqueur

My SIL, Rachel, was the one who originally told me about this place. Hearing about its delictible chocolately goodness from a connoisseur such as herself was half the reason I decided to come here.






Joel with his churros and chocolate dipping sauce.

If you think I'm exaggerating, I'm not. Legit breakdown of coming here: 45% proximity and availability of cool traveling, 50% Whisk's chocolatey goodness, 5% money saving/new fun life overseas in China adventure. (Slight fib- there was a much longer, more reasonably appropriated list for making the decision to come in the first place, but this revised version is what actually got me to board the plane-and that's the truth.)

So for all of you who were thinking about coming to visit but weren't quite sure- now you too can have a fabulous reason to visit! Because I will take you!


Friday, September 24, 2010

Moon Festival

I spent the majority of last week being sick. Boo.  I didn't even let myself update the blog because, as many of you have surely experienced, being sick far from home just makes you homesick and I didn't want to send out any gloomy tidings by posting when I was in "such a state." By the end of the week I had pathetically lost any sense I may have brought here with me having convinced myself that I was probably going to die here on my couch if I couldn't get home to America before the Chinese germs got me for good.

Needless to say, they did not get me (I only had tonsillitis and a stomach bug in the first place) and I'm feeling tons better thank you very much.  It was really nice timing too that the first day I was able to leave the apartment the weather here had magically snapped into fall paradise. Fall is my absolute favorite. I've heard it doesn't last long here, so I'm glad I was out and about to experience it from day one.

Here were are on Lujiazui
Joel had Wed-Fri off from school in celebration of the Autumn Moon Festival. Last night we went downtown with two of our favorite people here to do a little picture taking and sightseeing. It was a beautiful night, and we had delightful company.

Downtown at the Bund
The full moon was beautiful over the skyline. It almost looked like they'd planned the cityscape to compliment the sky at this exact time of year. I can't express to you how many people were down at the Bund cramming into each other trying to get the closest spot to the water for pictures...it was intense. But I can't blame them- the moon really was in fine form.

Skyline under the Autumn Full Moon

After our pictures somehow a fun little game of "take pictures with the foreigner" got started.  I've never really understood why that's such a fun pastime over here. I just don't get the appeal. Back home I've never had the desire to take my picture with a stranger, but who knows, maybe after a year here that will change.

Please note: I'm not noticeably taller, and I'm wearing heels.

The boy in the middle was extremely polite and we had a good conversation during which I feel certain that he used ALL the English phrases he knew. If I said something outside of his script he became very puzzled.

This guy was just awkward.


Unfortunately having three days off in the middle of the break means that Joel will have to work this Sat and Sun, but we think it was worth it. We got to explore the city together yesterday and today. We found a few used book stores that we were excited to find. Granted, the vast majority of shelves were filled with yellowing copies of Danielle Steel novels, but we think that a little rummaging might produce better results.

We've also discovered a new and intriguing treat from McDonalds. I give you the flavor-piped soft-serve cone!
Tada!
They come in green, pink, brown and purple. So far we've tried three out of four flavors with mostly good reviews. This afternoon Joel and I ordered a pink and brown cone each respectively and our English speaking cashier confirmed that we had ordered "chocolate" and "strawberry" which, we agreed made sense. Come to find out the flavors were actually mocha and raspberry, but we were still quite pleased. The green flavor is some kind of lime. I haven't tried it personally yet, but my friend said that it was actually a bit tart. Interesting!

Monday, September 13, 2010

New uses for old things.

I love Real Simple magazine. I love the stories and the recipes, but my favorite section is probably the one that involves repurposing old household items for new tasks. 

It is important to note that I do not like this section because I find it useful; quite the contrary, I find that most of the entries are more of the "look what I can do!" style.  Don't get me wrong, I've experienced the occasional "aha!" moment when perusing the section [i.e. using my hair straightener to iron little ruffles on a shirt, or get between buttons- brilliant!] Do I really need a list of 40 "new" things to do with aluminum foil? Of course not, but it's novel, and I appreciate the creativity however ridiculously misconstrued the suggestions may be, practically speaking.

So,  sometimes when they've used up all their best ideas, the Real Simple staff lets their readers contribute their own new uses for items, and I think I've got a real winner...

This is a mushroom.


On the surface it looks just like your basic decorative lawn ornament.  You'll find these sprinkled all over the grounds of our apartment complex. They don't look out of place because there is a huge, nice playground in the center of the area, and lots of benches and things to make it look quite parkish.

But these mushrooms have a secret....

To give you a sense of scale (and stealth- there's another hiding behind those bushes).

































Imagine my surprise when on my way home one evening the air suddenly filled with classical music, seemingly out of nowhere.  No one else seemed to be concerned by the fact that a furious piano sonata was erupting from the bushes with no one there to claim it. 

"Oh, that's the mushrooms," my friend said, seeing my dismayed expression. "They act as speakers in the evenings to play music for the children."

So many questions....why do they only play in the evenings? Why paint something green with red dots if it's sitting in the grass anyway? How do they choose the music? Is there a committee? How can I overturn this committee and become the solo contributor to this project? [Already in my planner].  If the music is to calm the kids down in the evenings why were they playing Rachmaninoff last night?

It is not an exaggeration to say that these mushroom speakers are one of my absolute favorite things about being here. Well, the mushrooms- and the fact that it's socially acceptable to have a fridge that looks like this:

Oh yes, this is my actual refrigerator.
Now the acquiring of this fridge and the subsequent controversy that have come because of it in my own house could be a separate post unto themselves.  Joel detests the [looks of the] fridge. I happen to love it because...

a) It's hideous to a point that I think it's awesomely bad- the white paint sparkles.

b) It was on a super sale so we got a WAY bigger fridge for less money than we could have gotten a much smaller fridge of lower quality- the flowers were just a bonus.

c) The purchase experience of this fridge is a right of passage for me. I had to find my way to the store alone, shop and purchase it alone without any English speakers available to help me- I ended up finding a Vietnamese man who spoke French, so he translated my French into Chinese so that I could communicate with the saleslady.

d) When else in my life would I even be able to find something like this to laugh at, let alone keep in my house as my possession!

I won't judge you if you hate my fridge, by normal standards it is quite unappealing. But I happen to love it, and I hope you will try to learn to also.