Master of None

by Liz Heather in


Thoughts

  • It really makes me uncomfortable to watch Aziz Ansari have sex. I don't intend for that to be as mean as it sounds. I think it's just 'cause his personality seems so young and almost child-like that it makes me uncomfortable to see him in any kind of sexual manner.
  • The "Mornings" episodes was my very favourite.
  • Denise is absolutely the best character.
  • The scene that shows the difference between a woman walking home late at night compared with a man is so perfect and great, I wish I could find a clip of it to show here.
  • Honestly, this man is just too silly for me at times so I can't watch more than an hour at a time - but splitting up the episodes over a week makes it so much more likable.
  • The ending was great!

Bananas Foster

by Liz Heather in ,


Bananas Foster is a dessert made from bananas and vanilla ice cream, with a sauce made from butter, brown sugar, cinnamon, dark rum, and banana liqueur. The butter, sugar and bananas are cooked, and then alcohol is added and ignited. The bananas and sauce are then served over the ice cream. Preparation of the dish is often made into a tableside performance as a flambé.
— Wikipedia

This is my favourite dessert. Okay, my favourite dessert so far. If I ever come into a lot of money and chefs are lavishing my ignorant little eyes with baked Alaskas and souffles, then maybe we'll have a different story. But for now? Bananas Foster me away, baby. 

I think I might love the dish especially because they're so hard to find. But I recently found one at Freeman's (a restaurant at the end of an alleyway in the Lower East Side) and it was heavenly. It was way too sweet to eat alone, so it's definitely perfect for sharing with a person. And that's coming from someone who rarely shares dessert (I mean, c'mon - it's 2015. A grown woman can handle a $10 dessert by herself). So if you've ever wanted to sample one of the greatest desserts out there, you now know where to find it. I do not apologize for not posting a photo of it because, well, it looks pretty unattractive. But that's not its fault. Most old-fashioned desserts have a tendency to look unappealing, I find.

(Speaking of food, I recently decided that my meal-before-execution dinner would totally consist of a steakhouse-quality Caesar salad, a steak Diane, and bananas foster -- all of which would be prepared tableside. Or cellside, whatever. How money would that be?)