Five and Dime – Fantastic dessert

18 Oct

EAT Alone Together

I met my friends for lunch at Five and Dime, which is a small, cozy eatery located on River Valley Road, within walking distance from the Somerset MRT station.

Five and Dime’s lunch menu is pretty simple compared to its dinner menu – just English breakfast, Eggs Benny, Mentaiko pasta, salads and desserts. To be honest the limited choices available was a little disappointing, it seems like I need to make another trip down in order to try their dinner main courses.

My friend and I ordered the Eggs Benny ($16), while my other friend ordered a Salmon Rocket salad ($15).

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The Eggs Benny consists of poached eggs and beef slices served with toast, potatoes and fruit salad. It was quite okay, but nothing spectacular. The beef was a little bland and dry, and I think I’ll definitely prefer to have bacon or ham with poached eggs instead…

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Six Barrel Soda

18 Oct

SOLO DATE CITY

Venue: Six Barrel Soda Co
Visited: Tuesday, 7pm
Mood at time of visit: Relaxed
Type: Cafe
Ambience: I can forgive its borderline twee-ness because it’s cosy and charming and there’s soft lighting at night and the music is always really great, though maybe a bit too obscure for me to recognise
Seating: It’s all counter seating – either at a large communal table/counter or along the windows looking over Dixon St
Busy? Practically deserted at this time on a Tuesday night
Clientèle: A couple other solo diners in for a burger and soda, a young family stopping for dessert
Service: Table service, but very casual – nice, but not over-the-top
Price (for one): $19
Difficulty: Easy as pie (which, at Six Barrel, as it happens, is very delicious)

If there was one place out of all the restaurants and cafes…

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Story7-Elevating Dinner for One

15 Oct

Elevating Dinner for One

—-THE New York Times story by Food stylist: Heather Meldrom. Prop stylist: Maeve Sheridan.

For a happy life, Montaigne wrote, we “should set aside a room, just for ourselves, at the back of the shop” — a refuge, mental if not physical, where our liberty is ours alone and our conversation inward. I like to think he meant us to include a carefully laid dinner table in the room’s shaded corner, considering how thoroughly our useful exercise of freedom relies on our being well fed.mag-05eat-t_CA0-articleLarge

Too often, though, when alone and hungry, we end up eating poorly. Or I have: Over the years, I’ve rushed through dozens of bad dinners scraped together because they were just for me, only to later realize the bad food and haste had delivered me directly into the loneliness I was trying to avoid. It’s when I’ve resolved to act not by myself but with myself — to serve as dignified a meal to me as I would to another — that the room has come to seem full and happy and loneliness has slunk away.

 

It’s the only cooking you’ll do, so make your preparations purposefully. The stripping of husk and silk, then the cutting of kernels into a bowl, are themselves tiny assertions of dignity. So, too, is standing right next to the hot pan as you add some very good olive oil, for warming sliced garlic and a bit of chopped scallion. There is light salting, then some chopped cucumber or tomato, or a bit of bacon, then the corn and a sprinkle of water; as soon as it becomes less brothy, add a few drops of sharp vinegar and a great shower of roughly chopped herbs. These last are an especially important touch, not to be skipped.

Then there is just the setting of the scene: a place in the darkening light, a little pitcher of water, a table laid with a clean plate, heavy silverware, chilled wine or beer. And sitting at it, enjoying the fine meal and good wine, and the patter of leaves against the window and the fading light and breeze.

Such dinners for one don’t just keep loneliness out. They provide a lesson in being happy at more crowded tables. It is impossible to eat well in groups if you cannot eat well alone. I think this is true of anything — if it’s not what you do when no one’s looking, it will never be truly what you do. An hour spent tasting, watching, hearing only the rustle of your own observation, allows for a certain perceptiveness to arise, for the I to be sharpened.

I now find that when weeks have passed and I’ve not found time for meals with only me, I yearn for them — in much the same way that once, before I learned how to treat myself well at the table, I longed for someone else with whom to dine.

Eating alone doesn’t mean you must eat poorly!

Recipe:  sweet corn salad

 

Tuesdays with Dorie BWJ: Oven-Roasted Plum Cakes

13 Oct

Tomato Jam

13 Oct

Melonade

13 Oct

Individual Apple Galettes

12 Oct

Mikey's In My Kitchen

Tis’ that time of year when folks bundle up in their sweaters and head out to the pumpkin patch/apple orchard to sip hot drinks and take pictures next to pumpkins.

Here is (yet another) reason to gather some friends and make a trek to the nearest pumpkin patch/apple orchard/hay maze to get your hands on some delicious, seasonal apples.

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I never knew you could go to one place and experience so many fall festivities at once (we didn’t have these in Northern WI). A place where you can pick your own apples, corn or pumpkins. Drink hot cider, pose with animals/cut-outs of farmers, run through hay mazes, feed the animals in a petting zoo…the list goes on!

In my small town, you went over to your friends farm to pick apples.

We bought our pumpkins and corn stalks from local farmer friends and occasionally bought pumpkins from the stores in…

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