Pork and Kimchi Dumplings!

I’ve been wanting to try making these pork and kimchi dumplings since seeing them in the May issue of Food & Wine.

I decided to go all in and make the dough myself as well.  They call it an “easy five-minute dough,” but let’s not kid ourselves–making the dough might take five minutes, but all the extra time rolling it out makes it a little more involved than that.

Anyway, they looked great, and they tasted fantastic–success!

After the dumplings, Justin and I completed our Asian feast with two more recipes I’d been wanting to try, Grilled Miso Shrimp and Korean Sizzling Beef.  Both were very easy to make, and turned out great.

3 for 3!

Old Spice: Surprise and Delight

Yesterday I spent way too much time excitedly clicking a link on TweetDeck each time @OldSpice would post a new video response.

It was more than a great idea.  Other companies answer questions and respond to people on Twitter.  So, what made this different?  Not just comedy.  What made it great was the real-time execution.  The foundation of a character people already loved. And most importantly, the element of “surprise and delight.”

Jim Hartrich, my EVP back when I worked in advertising at Mullen, used to say that the best thing we could do was “surprise and delight” the client.  It’s stuck in my head ever since as a goal not just in advertising, but overall in life (as anyone who has attended a Cherry Street party or Beer Olympics could attest). 

And I think it was this element of surprise and delight that really took this extension of the Old Spice campaign to the next level.  But this time it wasn’t about the client.  It was about the customer.  Which is ultimately the point of social media.

You could see it in people’s tweets.  The pure joy that people were feeling experiencing this event.  We hadn’t seen this before in social media, or rather, we hadn’t felt this before.

So, well done Old Spice, Wieden + Kennedy, and Isaiah Mustafa.

Two of my favorite videos from yesterday.

This post is now diamonds.

Steinbrenner

As a Red Sox fan, I hate the Yankees.

But my Williams love will always top almost anything else, so I was sad to hear about George Steinbrenner’s death today.

I never had the chance to meet him personally, although I came close at the 2005 Kentucky Derby when he had the favorite, Bellamy Road, running.  He was momentarily a few tables away up in Millionaire’s Row, but I couldn’t get up the nerve to say hi before he headed down to the paddock.

To quote Fay Vincent, another fellow Eph and former commissioner of MLB, “To me he was not a great man, but he surely was a remarkable one."  (Can’t believe I’m linking to FoxNews either, another instance of Williams love trumping all.)

RIP George Steinbrenner.

Bacon-wrapped dates

Today I tried the bacon-wrapped date recipe from Tasting Table that I linked to a few days ago.  It was really easy, and they tasted great.

The only issue I had with the recipe is that it says to cook them for 5-7 minutes, but if you like your bacon crisp, as I do, it really takes more like 12-15, and I recommend rotating them every few minutes so they get crisp all the way around.

But overall, very easy and delicious.  Will definitely be serving them as hors d’ouevres in the near future…

Thank you Joe Morgenstern

I don’t know which is making me happier today…

Joe Morgenstern’s writing, which is this lyrical molasses that just rolls around in your mouth as you read it, or this trend of fantastic films by American women.

“Every good movie is a singular event; if it weren’t distinctive it wouldn’t be good. Yet this summer has produced a fascinating trend that’s starting to look like a genuine phenomenon—female American filmmakers using modest budgets and limited resources to turn out some of the best movies of the year. First it was Nicole Holofcener’s "Please Give,” an urban celebration of empathy in flawlessly comic terms. Then came Debra Granik’s “Winter’s Bone,” an example of ethnography harnessed to a heart-stopping story with a fearless heroine. Now Ms. Cholodenko has joined the party with yet another terrific film that bears the indelible stamp of a woman, and an American woman at that. “Party” may not be the right word, though. It’s starting to feel like a home-grown renaissance.“