Last night I returned to London after visiting
Guo Juan in Amsterdam for the weekend. This is the view from her beautiful apartment. She had a couple of students from France visiting as well, and Siu came up for Saturday night. Siu was in China with me this summer and, since Guo Juan made tons of excellent Chinese food, it felt like we were back in Wuhan. Another student of Guo Juan's, who lives just around the corner, came to spend time with us too. And I got to finally meet Guo Juan's son, Wang Zi. He is now about 3 dan and will also be playing in the London Open this week.
We were tourists this weekend. We took a boat tour through the canals (Guo Juan says she brings everyone on the boat tour, so she's done it many times). Camille (from Paris) said that what they tell you in French is not the same as what they tell you in English. I liked the houseboats along the river. Some even have front porches--rafts with deck chairs. We walked around for a while afterwards, stopping for tea and then meandering through a market where we ate raw herring with onions and pickles, a traditional Dutch delicacy. It was really good, but I'd recommend some sort of breath freshener afterwards. Since we were cold and we still had to go to Chinatown to go shopping for dinner, we stopped in another coffee shop.
We ordered hot chocolate which, unbeknownst to us, was served with a small shot of a coffee liqueur. It was the perfect afternoon stop to warm and rejuvenate us.
Inspired by our afternoon stop, we picked up some hazelnut liqueur to bring home. After eating tons of delicious Chinese food for dinner, we had oily balls, another Dutch treat. These were balls of oily dough, served with powdered sugar.
For breakfast yesterday, Guo Juan made a Chinese salad, which was easy to make and delicious.
Chinese Salad
- Chinese cabbage, chopped/sliced
- garlic, minced (optional)
- hot pepper stuff
- vinegar
- sesame oil
- soy sauce
- sesame seeds
Toss everything except the sesame seeds together and then sprinkle the sesame seeds on top. The hot pepper stuff: in Asian food stores you should be able to find something of this sort. It'll be a jar of hot peppers, chopped and stored in oil. The vinegar is Chinese vinegar, which is black (again, you should have no trouble finding this in an Asian food store). There was no measuring going on, so you'll have to just add everything to taste.
I walked up to Chinatown today to pick up some stuff to make dumplings. In the U.S., the Chinese restuarants are usually the only places open on Christmas, but in London, even these close. One of my grocery stores was open, so I was able to get most of what I needed. It was a ghost town out there today though. The tube was closed, and I guess the buses weren't even running, because I certainly didn't see any. There were practically no people on the streets (well, there were still a few with cameras). It was very disorienting. Even though I walk this route all the time, I kept pausing and wondering whether I had made a wrong turn somewhere. This is a picture of Emma with the "I heart London" t-shirt I sent her for Christmas.
I made some pineapple upside-down cake today too. This is one of my favourite recipes, though our oven is not very cooperative, so my cake is still a bit undercooked in the middle.
Pineapple Upside-down Cake
- 1 20 oz can pineapple slices (drained)
- 1/2 Cup (1 stick) butter
- 1 Cup brown sugar
- 1 20 oz can crushed pineapple (drained)
- 1/2 Cup (1 stick) butter
- 1 1/3 Cups milk
- 2 1/2 Cups flour
- 1 1/2 Cups sugar
- 2 1/4 tsp. baking powder
- 1/2 tsp. salt
- 2 eggs
- 1 tsp. vanilla
Pre-heat oven to 350. Grease a 9 x 13 pan. Arrange pineapple slices in pan. Melt 1/2 Cup butter, stir in brown sugar and crushed pineapple, pour over pineapple slices. Melt 1/2 Cup butter, add to milk and beat until "fluffy". (I always have trouble with this. My butter clots and I get worried. Maybe it's better to just barely mix, rather than beating them. Or maybe I don't beat them long enough.) Combine dry ingredients, add to butter/milk mixture, stir. Add eggs and vanilla, stir. Pour cake batter over pineapple mixture. Bake for 30 minutes or until knife comes out clean. Invert and serve.
Another rough day on the Go-ban: 0-2. I like to think of it as a public service--someone has to lose. My opponents were gracious and played well. I used to always play these classically Japanese style games in which critics would complain that nothing happens. Each player takes some territory and then you play the end game. These are often close games with no big groups dying. I seem to have developed a really bad habit lately of wanting to win by a lot. I play overplays and start fights, something I never used to do. The problem is that I'm not good at this style of Go. Maybe I will get better at it, but I don't even like it. I also find that I get jealous of my opponent's territory. I think this comes from my old habit of waiting until it's too late to invade, and they get a ridiculously huge area. Now I am overcompensating and invading too quickly. Or maybe my analysis is totally wrong. (FYI: The decorations you can see on the ceiling in the photo are not for the Go tournament; we had to move all the equipment upstairs for tomorrow because they're going to have a big New Year's Eve party there.)
This morning, before playing, I sat for a few minutes in Regent's Park in this... well, I'm not sure what to call it. It has the purpose and style of a gazebo, but it's rectangular and has a back wall. I had only been sitting there for a few minutes when a spritely older woman entered and deposited a couple of largish bulging plastic bags on the bench. I smiled at her as she came in, but she said nothing, just put down her bags and walked out and then around the side of this structure. Walking around the side might not have been noteworthy, except that to do so, she had to scrape through briars and brambles growing close. I didn't look too closely, but I think that she was meticulously placing bird food in particular predetermined places on the trees and bushes. In addition to the plastic bags, she had with her a stick that didn't seem quite long enough to be a walking stick. She carried it, she didn't lean on it. Perhaps she used it for those hard to reach higher spots. When she came back in to pick up her bags before going on her way, she returned my smile and remarked that, when she had started out at 7 this morning it had been "lashing" rain, and now she felt ridiculous (she gave a generous gesture taking in her big hooded coat and the mocking sunshine). She departed in the direction opposite that from which she came, paused, hit a few bushes that she must have missed, and then carried on purposefully. I guess she had a lot of park left to cover.
