When inflation isn’t even the excuse anymore and it’s just plain robbery

Everyone is constantly talking about inflation. You cannot have a conversation or read a news article about the price of things without inflation coming up as a topic. But what if, just if, some businesses are actually increasing their prices beyond what “inflation” actually is increasing their operating costs by, and they’re just gouging you for the sake of it and wanting to use inflation as an excuse to get as much money out of you as they can?

I felt that way after I left Ando Patisserie today. It was my day off, so after getting a cut and color at a nearby salon, I went around the East Village with Chris for a mini food crawl and to pick up some desserts from places I’d been wanting to try. When I went inside, I already felt a little weird: they didn’t have any desserts other than a handful of “models” on display. Their best-selling items were not photographed or on display, but the person at the counter told me that the oolong basque cheesecake was their best seller and was available today. He didn’t really give me much of a description at all. I looked at the price tag of $15 (before tax!) and thought it was steep, but when he said I was buying a cheesecake, I just (naively) assumed it would be a mini cheesecake that we might get multiple servings out of. That was a bad and very wrong assumption, as after I paid and got the bag, I took a peek inside and realized it was just a small SLICE of a cake that would barely be enough for both of us to share later that evening!

Prices of ingredients are obviously going up whether it’s for individual consumers or for businesses making food and buying wholesale ingredients. But this was just insane. Many other cake and pie shops that have premium items are selling cake slices for half of what this place is charging, and I’ve been fully satisfied with those purchases. Even though this cake does taste good, I’d never go back to buy it knowing how expensive it was, and I’ll always remember feeing robbed as a result of making a purchase here.

Tiny teacher Kaia

With each passing day, Pookster’s vocabulary grows, and so does her sentence structure. She’s moved from one word verbs to multiple word sentences now depending on her mood. And apparently, her teachers have told me that she is quite the little boss/teacher in class. When it’s time for circle time, snack or meal time, or nap time, Kaia is the first to start ordering everyone to “sit down, Georgina!” or “lie down, Loic!” or “clap your hands, Kiara!” When a new kid has been introduced to the class, she is also one of the first to welcome them and get them acquainted, whether that’s by showing them the classroom toys or even holding their hand.

“Yep, that’s our Kaia: the tiny teacher Kaia!” one of the assistant teachers told me earlier this week. “She has to make sure everyone does what they’re supposed to be doing when they’re supposed to be doing it, otherwise she will go around and make sure they do it!”

Kaia is so verbal and friendly that it’s obvious all the teachers have taken a strong liking to her. This assistant teacher said she would be really sad once Kaia moves up into the 2s classroom, as she couldn’t make it a secret that Kaia was her favorite.

It’s been really sweet to see my sweet Pookster develop into this gregarious little leader. And she’s not even two years old yet! Who knows what she will be like next year!

Kaia usually hates holding hands… until she doesn’t

My Kaia is most definitely like her dad. She is stubborn and always wants what she wants. This especially goes for having her hand held. She absolutely HATES it, especially while walking. Randomly, though, she will ask to hold our hand while she’s in her stroller, and it’s really cute. Other times, she will insist on walking and holding just Daddy’s hand. She is Daddy’s girl – no doubt about that.

The last couple of nights, she’s been unusually needy at bedtime. After reading, she will refuse to fall asleep unless she is on top of me or very close to one of us. It’s been very endearing, but also extremely inconvenient given I have things in the kitchen I needed to get done, plus some work emails I had to finish. But then tonight, she did the cutest thing: while I was singing her to sleep, suddenly out of nowhere, she said, “Hold my hand?” And then she grabbed my hand and held it as she drifted off to sleep.

The days can be long, but the weeks are always so short. I really do cherish these moments with my sweet Kaia Pookie. I still cannot believe she is almost 23 months old and turning 2 years old next month. Her mere existence has filled my heart with so much love and joy that I had never even previously fathomed. I do hope that I can continue to be good to her and treat her how I always wished I could have been treated as a growing child.

Oat milk chocolate bars at Trader Joe’s

My thoughts on food and “the way it should be” has definitely evolved over the last couple decades. I used to be firmly in the “traditional flavors and methods” camp of dishes like dim sum or banh cuon… until it suddenly hit me one day that food, just like culture, is constantly evolving, and it changes with times. And there’s nothing wrong with that. The best chefs in Hong Kong are constantly experimenting with different yum cha dishes to “touch the heart,” and those experiments then eventually reach places like Australia and the U.S., where the dishes get replicated in dim sum houses for the Chinese diaspora and those who love Cantonese food. Vietnamese people did not always have access to ovens, but when they did, they started making dishes like ga roti, or Vietnamese-style roasted chicken with Vietnamese seasonings. And it’s absolutely delicious. Is it “traditional”? Maybe it wasn’t traditional a hundred years ago, but now it’s readily accepted as Vietnamese cuisine.

I also used to freak out a little inside when people would ask me about vegan baking. Frankly, it just didn’t sit well with me. Other than health or ethical reasons (because those things, clearly, were not always enough…), why would you forgo eggs and butter? The idea of having a croissant made with vegan butter or no milk in my “milk chocolate” made me feel very, very uncomfortable for a while. But then, I finally saw the light when I started trying delicious vegan cheeses and vegan baked goods from bakeries and farmers markets stands that I enjoy, and I realized that deliciousness was, in fact, a possibility in baked goods without butter or animal products.

So that’s what led me to the Trader Joe’s Fearless Flyer, where I learned that they’d been selling oat milk chocolate bars for some time now. And their latest item is an oat milk chocolate bar with crispy rice and cocoa nibs. So I decided to pick up both to try. Old me never would have entertained this back in high school or college. But today’s me does and happily tossed it into my shopping cart. Are they as rich as milk chocolate? No. But they are both very tasty and and satisfying. They definitely can satiate a chocolate craving. And I’m happy these options exist for those who either are lactose-intolerant or who are just for whatever reason avoiding dairy. I don’t fit into either of those camps, but I am in the camp of trying and exploring new, potentially delicious things.

Another holiday season arrives, and so does the English toffee!

Once Halloween comes and goes, all the stores in sight will have their Christmas / holiday decorations up. And I always get excited when Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s get decked out for the holidays. I love seeing all the seasonal edible specials that pop up and what may be new and interesting to try.

One of my fondest memories growing up was always seeing the endless amount of chocolate, popcorn, and other treats my family was gifted during the holiday season. Although I was never a huge fan of the big popcorn tin, I always did enjoy having it in my presence and occasionally picking at it. And although I never verbalized it, the one candy I always loved were the tiny English toffee bricks coated in chocolate and covered in ground almonds. I think the brand was Almond Roca, always easily recognizable by its signature pink tin, and for whatever reason, we always, always had it. I still remember my grandma, who was a sweets fanatic (and obviously so since at the end of her life, she was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes), was obsessed with the Almond Roca. I used to sneak one or two pieces whenever she wasn’t looking.

Well, Trader Joe’s has their version of this English-style toffee on their shelves every holiday season, and I’m no longer hiding the fact that I absolutely love this stuff. I never buy candy for myself pretty much ever unless I am traveling and see an interesting chocolate or something related. It will be my new personal tradition to purchase this one candy for myself at this time of year, every year as long as it’s available. It’s part nostalgia, but it’s also because this stuff is so freakin’ good. The indulgence is worth it. And Trader Joe’s makes it a relatively inexpensive indulgence!

Daylight Savings Time ends

Well, we have gone through yet another Daylight Savings Time period ending with a young Pookster in tow. She seems to have adjusted fairly well. While she is, expectedly, waking up “earlier,” it’s all been pretty good and hasn’t had much of an effect on her mood in a negative way. She actually seems more chipper and happy than usual.

The real test of this generally is during her one afternoon nap, and she also managed to go through that well, too, having napped an hour and fifteen minutes mid-afternoon today. I was able to get my step count in by pushing her around Hell’s Kitchen in the stroller, while also exploring all the new interesting restaurants that have popped up just south of us: Nan Xiang Xiao Long Bao Express, a Sichuanese pickled stewed fish restaurant, and two fried chicken fast casual spots, one Japanese and one Taiwanese! More food to eat, and more places to push the stroller while Pooks naps!

Julia

In the last month or so, Chris and I have been watching season 1 of Julia, an HBO TV series about Julia Child. It focuses primarily on her life once she and her husband Paul moved to Cambridge, after she has published her first cookbook, and is starting her television series. I always thought Julia Child was an interesting, quirky person, and clearly she is a role model for so many. But I never really got into her until we started watching this show. French cooking has never really fascinated me at all; it’s always come across as a bit stuffy, too complicated, and something I’d rather eat out than make at home. I guess I am sort of her target audience because her goal was to make French food attainable in the American kitchen. I still feel that way, not necessarily because I think it’s too complicated, but because it’s just not a cuisine I’m fascinated enough by to want to make at home. And when I think about it even more, outside of our time traveling in France, we rarely even eat French food. It’s quite expensive in restaurants, and it’s not really something we crave.

But there is one place that we do enjoy, and it’s Cafe Triskell in Astoria, Queens. Chris stumbled upon this cute little restaurant in Astoria while researching places for us to eat at during our Saturday city excursions, and it really does remind us of those cute quaint cafes in France. The food is simple and unassuming, and the prices are right. While we were sitting there today eating mussels and crepes while fending Pookster off from eating too much butter and sugar crepe, I kept wondering why we couldn’t have a cute little spot like this in our own neighborhood. Either way, I’m so into Julia Child now that I’ve even checked out a virtual copy of her memoir, My Life in France, from Libby, and am currently reading it. I think the thing I love about her the most, other than her enthusiasm for cooking and her optimism, is that she saw the beauty in the tiniest things, the things that most people wouldn’t even notice. And I really appreciate that about her because I try to do the same.

“Curbside” pickup at Sephora goes awry

Ever since the pandemic, “curbside pickup” seems to be a very popular option for people who just want to order online and pick up in-store without doing any shopping. As someone who really does not enjoy going to malls and browsing, and absolutely hates trying on clothes, this would generally appeal to me. However, it doesn’t always work out when you designate what you want, choose the location of the store for in-store pickup, and then you get an email hours later stating that said-item, which was supposed to be in stock at the store, is no longer there. Sephora has a sale until November 6, so I thought I would take advantage of it… And while I did, I only was able to successfully get 1 out of three desired items. What’s the point of doing in-store pickup and shopping online then? At that rate, I might as well just shop in the store, ensure they actually have what I want, and then buy! It felt like a total waste of time even going on the site. I got a cancelled order message twice in the last two days for two different items, so I am not a fan of the current state of Sephora online ordering/in-store pickup.

Exercise programs and how they don’t always fit

For several years, I was an avid subscriber to Aaptiv, which is marketed as fitness with a “trainer in your ear.” It had programs like running, walking, elliptical, yoga, pilates, core, strength training, etc., in pretty much every length of time desired, as well as different instructors and music types. I stopped my subscription early last year after Kaia was born, as I was on an annual subscription and just decided I could work out on my own during my postpartum/breastfeeding year. I wasn’t really trying to lose weight or anything similar last year; I just wanted to stay active.

Now that I’m actually trying to get into better shape and lose some weight, I’ve been looking at a number of different workout programs. Some have been on YouTube. I temporarily have a three-month free trial subscription with Apple Fitness (it’s fine. I like the kickboxing, running, and yoga programs. But their strength training programs are so cliche and too focused on weights). Others have just been videos I’ve found on Instagram that I’ve bookmarked. And of course with all this activity, I’m constantly getting targeted for new workout apps. Most of them echo what I’ve been watching, following, and doing: low impact strength training, low impact cardio, little to no weights. Since my knee and hip have been feeling funny after strenuous runs, I’m toning down the amount of running I’m doing and focusing on pre-conditioning before any run. But what I’ve realized I’ve always hated about a lot of strength training videos is that they focus on weights, weights, and weights. The heavier the weights, the better! And the trainers are always so bulky. But I don’t want to look like those trainers. And the truth is that I don’t even like using weights. The most weight I carry now is 2.5 pounds, and I really don’t want to do heavier weights because I just do not find it enjoyable. Not to mention that I don’t want to bulk up. And I hate it when trainers insist that I won’t bulk up. We all know our own body types; I have a body type that can bulk up very easily, especially in my arms. I just want to rely on my own body weight and tone from there. And now, it seems like more workout apps are doing this, which is great to see. There are ones that are pilates focused, others that are dance focused. One interesting one I found (but am definitely not doing) is a combination of ballet and dance fitness. But now that I have all these interesting choices to trial, the next question is: which one am I going to choose?

Mice in the old house

My oldest cousin, who lives in the Bay Area, had a quick work trip to New York this week, so I suggested that he come over for dinner given Kaia’s short window between daycare pickup and bedtime. I prepared dinner and used his visit as an excuse to bake a seasonal dessert, so I made my much-awaited pumpkin spiced mochi muffins (which I actually had on my list of things to bake two years ago right before Kaia was born, but I clearly lost track of time). After he landed, he dropped off his bag at his hotel and came up to our apartment. He also had Joe’s Pizza delivered, which somehow excited Pookster. She’s only had a taste or two of pizza in her entire existence, yet somehow she immediately knew this was pizza and that she needed to have it ASAP, saying “Want pizza! Want pizza!” over and over until I cut her a slice and removed most of the pepperoni. Oh, toddlers!

We talked about work, travel, and home. I asked him how the house was (the one his mom shares with my parents). And he told me something I had no idea about: there are MICE in the basement again! The last time I heard about mice being in the house was before the foundation was redone, so around the time our grandma passed away in 1995. He said that they hadn’t made their way up to the second or third floors but were in the basement. And my dad had told him that he’d already caught SIX of them. That completely grossed me out.

It annoyed me to hear that there are rodents in the house. The obvious thought is the lack of hygiene as a result of these pests. But the other thing I thought about was all the endless clutter that my parents and my aunt have stored in the basement. The more clutter and crap there is, the more places the rodents will have to hide and shelter and make the basement their home. All of this just makes for a worsening situation. And I am pretty certain that they are doing nothing to clear the clutter and prevent these issues since the entire basement is a filthy, disgusting, dilapidated disgrace. I feel embarrassed just thinking about how that space looks.

I’m sure my mom never told me because she knew I’d say all of this. And she’d use the excuse that she’s “disabled” and doesn’t have the ability to clean it up. Because of course, it’s all just on her to do these things. The never ending cycle of insanity, angst, and torment in that god-forsaken house.