The Taste of Buffalo festival has a stall giving out samples of Fruit Simple - a fruit smoothie mix with no preservatives and no sugar.



I like the idea of not adding sugar and high fructose corn syrup to just about everything under the sun. I thought the smoothies were really good - they tasted like fruits should. The pomegranate-berry flavoured one had a nice tart zing to it. The grittiness of pomegranate pods came through and and I didn't feel as if I was getting short-changed when it came to the fibre-content. The strawberry-banana smoothie was smoother and sweeter and good as well.

While I was at the stall a number of mums with kids in tow sampled the smoothies and without exception, all of them said the smoothies were not sweet enough, were too gritty, were too thick and had too much pulp. Exactly what do these mothers feed their children everyday? Sugar syrup? Because that would fit all of those descriptions - sweet, completely devoid of pulp or any fibre of any kind.

I couldn't help asking one of the mums why she felt her children would dislike the taste of Fruit Simple. Her answer was very revealing. She said that her kids don't drink anything which was not as sweet as soda. Apparently, she sprinkled sugar on all of the fruit she gave them - otherwise they wouldn't eat them.

I don't think it should come as a surprise if a majority of the kids who are growing up today are diagnosed with chronic lifestyle diseases such as Diabetes Type II and Cardiovascular diseases in the future - the victims of an imbalanced ratio of adipose tissue to muscle. Why do parents feel the need to give in to whatever their kids "want to eat"? Why do restaurants have "kid menus" with greasy high-sugar items?

I am sorry if I sound like a parenting nazi (and perhaps I am not even justified in making these comments since I am not a parent) but children are what parents shape them to be. Sure, they have free will and independence but all of it is very much amenable to guidance and healthy example. Healthy habits only persist and bear results if they are started early. If parents are so indifferent and exhausted that they spare the proverbial guiding stick, they must also realize that they are almost entirely responsible for taking years of health off their kids' lives.

I had a fun-taste-tick time at the Taste of Buffalo. It was pouring in the morning but it cleared up beautifully by around four.


I sampled a good variety of really appetizing stuff, learnt how to make a fairly complicated Turkish dessert, came home and made an inspired crunchy stir-fry.


The Turkish Cultural Centre of Buffalo demonstrated the art of making traditional Turkish Baklava and a savoury little appetizer called Borek. It was quite interesting. The culinary stage was too high for me get direct shots of their cooking. I had to instead resort to somewhat blurry shots of the broadcasting TV screens.

Baklava starts with layers of "filo" dough.


Twenty layers of filo dough are stacked atop each other with a generous brushing of clarified butter between each layer.


Then comes a layer of grated walnuts and sugar, followed by twenty more layers of butter-sandwiched filo dough layers. At this point, I was consciously wondering what the rates of cardiovascular diseases in Turkey were. I think they must have got through 75% of that box of butter.


The Baklava came out of the oven looking heavenly. They brushed it with a sugar-lemon glaze and topped it with grated pistachios. It started raining and I was probably their only non-Turkish audience. They let me take this shot from inside the stage trailer.


It was delicious enough to make me forget that probably a week's worth of calories were packed into this small triangle.


The Turks also demonstrated Borek - a savoury deep fried savoury pastry roll filled with feta cheese, mozzarella cheese and parsley.




The rich flaky pastries were accompanied by slow-brewed Turkish tea. They put this traditional turkish kettle on when they started their show. It brewed for a complete 40 minutes before they handed out a deeply burgundy-golden coloured tea. It was strong, bitter and completely refreshing in the rain.


The "Cina-Monkees" - a vegan dessert from Craftsmen cafe, was interesting and went pretty well with the Turkish tea.


The previously publicized dark chocolate covered funana was fun. :)


Got to hear a couple bands in transit.


The White Chocolates were egged on by a completely smashed undergraduate crowd in the beer tent. They played a string of MJ hits. Random people within hearing range launched into personal versions of the MJ dances. It was weirdly hilarious.


Jon Seiger and the All Stars played some awesome jazz tunes. Some talented couples from the crowd broke out into ballroom jazz dances in front of the stage. It was a curious contrast to the MJ fever simultaneously razing another part of the festival.

I also sampled a salad from the Polish stall, fruit juice samples, a bruschetta pizza from one of the Italian restaurant stalls (I forget which one. There were so many of them!), a mango smoothie and some chips with salsa.

Overall, quite a well-spent and enjoyable food experience. :)

This is something I was chatting to (e:Jim) about in the chat-space. (Notice how I say "to (e:Jim)". Yeah, I wasn't really sure if he was chatting back.)

Anyhow, the poll is about "holding on" to "stuff" in your life and the question is:

Were you forced to leave your current residence RIGHT NOW FOREVER and take two inanimate purely materialistic things with you - and strictly two things, (Ideally, in these kind of scenarios, you are only allowed ONE THING, but I am being slightly generous and slighly shifty here. I want to take two things, you see and this is my party island blog!) what would these two things be?

I am voting:
- My rice cooker
- My newer laptop

I just want to get an idea about what kinds of (money-bought) stuff (e:strip) peeps would generally want to hold on to.

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PS: I know. I know. There is no mention of being stranded on an island. That just seemed like a good cliched title for the post. Oh, and I don't want to deal with all kinds of complications and restrictions of a bona-fide island stranding. If I wanted to be *that* unrealistic, I would just have had to say, food or some such practical boring thing.

Can you imagine the sheer deadweight of concussion-inducing wok-power on that wall in the background?



This is not a restaurant wall or even a wok showroom. This wall is "at home". I think if I had these many frying contraptions in my kitchen, I would be somewhat uneasy at the thought of cooking in it...

That is good to know.



But who will refill this ink?



The Meadow Brook milk factory?
Walgreens?

Why would anyone want a gallon refill of ink? Wouldn't it be more helpful if they advertised, "We refill milk"?

Overheard at the height of the finale of fireworks at the Erie harbour.

First Old Man: (Jostling all the kids watching the fireworks in front of him) Do you see that? That, over there?

Second Old Man: (Elbowing his way to the first old man) Yeah, I see it. Yeah, it's smaller. It is really smaller than Dennis's boat.

First Old Man: (Completely focused on the boat in the water, fireworks are going off like crazy around him.): YEAH, Dennis definitely has a bigger boat than this one!!!

The new movie may not be much to write home about (quite literally, I didn't), but the soundtrack to both movies are worth writing to the world about. They are nothing short of phenomenal. Something about them is compelling and worth listening to, time and again - especially the score from the first movie.





No doubt this amazing keyboardist feels the same. He combines two of Steve Jablonsky's finest pieces from the score to the first film and transfoms them with his personal touch into one fluent passionate piece.



And a final track to illustrate just how derailed and completely baffling the second movie was...

A friend sent me this picture of the falcon baby that fell out of its nest on one of the towers at University at Buffalo, last week.



Strangely, it reminds me of a puppy who has done something mischievous!

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An awesome memory that floated past me once more today. Peter Allen's Tenterfield Saddler.