The saddest cooking news I’ve heard in a long time: Black plastic products including spatulas are likely being made from recycled electronic waste like computers and televisions, many of which are treated with flame retardants and other chemicals. Flame retardants can dislodge from polymers easily and make their way into the surrounding environment. They are endocrine disruptors, which interfere with the body’s hormonal system and may be associated with thyroid disease, diabetes, and cancer.
These are my mainstay utensils for certain things I cook and I surely have a dozen in my kitchen including spoons, ladles, slotted and unslotted spatulas, etc., because sometimes silicon is too flexible and wood/steel are too hard. I do have blue plastic spatulas, but they are on the large side… Then even if I buy all the right size blue plastic ones to replace the black ones, we’ll find out that they’re made of recycled nuclear Smurf poop or something…
Hoi Tod is a Thai dish made by frying mussels (or sometimes, other shellfish, squid, or shrimp) in an eggy batter and wrapping up beansprouts and garlic chives with it. Those in the know usually prefer this dish to Pad Thai. It’s often served as street food, especially at night markets, but there are also small shops that specialize in it.
This particular joint was crowded when we visited at lunchtime on a weekday in a busy Bangkok district, but I thought it was pretty average — I thought it was too stuffed with undercooked sprouts, but that might just be due to my preferences. I’m used to a greasier dish with a more generously seasoned finishing umami punch in the gut. I thought this hi-so version was a bit bland. Also, eating this in a restaurant instead of at a fold-up table on the street means it costs double… However, in the third pic, you can see that they served a whole extra plate of crispy bits on the side, so that almost made up for it.
This is in the refurbished (!) restroom of one of my favorite restaurants in town. After careful observation, I have determined that it’s a MacGyvered pressure plate flushing mechanism that stinks of piss. It looked disgusting, so I just straddled it and stepped on the cleanest part when I was done… So weird.
I’m using GPT-4 to help write an ESL textbook, which is probably taking longer than if I just did it by myself. However, because I’m relying on AI for the graphics and audio files for conversations, it’s really forcing me to learn basic Python script debugging and troubleshooting for ChatGPT. The most frustrating things about this experience so far are:
ChatGPT forgets stuff all the time. If I ask it to compile a Word file, it will leave out parts that we finalized together. And sometimes, it can’t create download links for the file, or so it says.
It sometimes changes finalized content unless it’s explicitly told to leave it alone.
It is often not aware of what it can and cannot do. It specifically told me one night that it wasn’t technically capable of producing a certain kind of file, so instead it walked me through doing it in Python. The next day, I asked to do the same thing for another chapter, and it just instantly generated the correct file for me – kind of. I was still better off doing it myself, but still, it was a matter of where I wanted to focus my efforts – learning to do stuff myself, or coaxing the AI into giving me the desired results.
Using Dall-E to generate something useful is like trying to have a serious conversation with someone tripping on acid.
I have to get back to the textbook, but I leave you with these absolute gems of what AI thinks Bingo cards look like:
According to the file name, the prompt was: “A 4×4 Holiday Bingo sheet with a clean, minimalistic design suitable for embedding in a Word document. Each cell contains one of the following…”
When I pointed out that the grid wasn’t 4×4 (although that would be just Bing, not Bingo) and that there were duplicate entries as well as weird text and spelling mistakes, it popped out this:
“A correct 4×4 Holiday Bingo sheet in a minimalistic design. Each of the 16 cells contains one unique activity from the following list_ ‘Go to the beac…”
My way of dealing with is to change the activity completely, but I really hope image generation, of text in particular, improves quickly. GLAY SiOMIE PLAY SOMIES GAE SHOPPING.
A year ago, on one of my daily walking routes. I see all kinds of vehicles here that I used to see in Japan – cars, trucks, ferries, heavy equipment. They often still bear company names and logos (other than the manufacturer) that were applied decades ago… It’s strangely comforting.
The US embassy-sponsored conversation project that Mina and I have been facilitating on Wednesdays at Mahasarakham University every Wednesday in the evenings goes on break between terms. For the last session of the term, we usually do a special cooking project. Since there’s no kitchen facilities in the American Corner, I usually have to think of projects that require minimal cooking and no running water, etc. This term, I decided to do a throwback to simpler times.
We made ice cream in Ziploc bags with ice and salt, and it turned out much better than expected. Normal Thai milk contains about 10-11% milk fat, so I spent the week before finding the best ratios with whipping cream (cheaper than whole cream) and various ingredients. In the end, a 1:1 milk to cream ratio was the best compromise between optimal texture and ease of explanation. 3-4 cups of crushed ice and 1/3 cup of salt seemed to work best for the freezing component. Surprisingly, green was the favorite color for students, and matcha (I stole Nam’s good stuff from Kyoto) was the most popular flavor. We had a good time.
The epitome of this is blue zones, which are regions where people supposedly reach age 100 at a remarkable rate. For almost 20 years, they have been marketed to the public. They’re the subject of tons of scientific work, a popular Netflix documentary, tons of cookbooks about things like the Mediterranean diet, and so on.
Okinawa in Japan is one of these zones. There was a Japanese government review in 2010, which found that 82% of the people aged over 100 in Japan turned out to be dead. The secret to living to 110 was, don’t register your death.
The Japanese government has run one of the largest nutritional surveys in the world, dating back to 1975. From then until now, Okinawa has had the worst health in Japan. They’ve eaten the least vegetables; they’ve been extremely heavy drinkers.
