Anginares sounds like a medical condition, but it's just the Greek word for artichokes, which I sampled in spades last week.
Category: Food
Reader, I did not marry him.
Last week I'm on the Chinatown bus from DC to NYC, and this guy starts chatting me up. My flimsy magazine is not barrier enough to conversation.
What am I eating?
I've been working at this exceptionally trashy job that calls for long hours in a windowless room. I come in around 930 and stagger out around 730 or 800. Food is brought to us once, sometimes twice a day.
The World Needs to Know
You can get a restaurant-quality flame on your home burner by using a very small drill bit to enlarge the hole the gas comes out of.
Astronaut ice cream a fraud!
This eGullet Q&A with a NASA food scientist is great–even though she has no sense of humor (note how she just doesn’t dish on in-flight food poisoning like you wish she would). Tortillas are the space-age bread, freeze-dried shrimp cocktail is very popular, but (gasp!) astronaut ice-cream was a one-time deal for the Apollo mission only. I’d get huffy and nostalgic about this, but really, that stuff sucked.
Welcome
Oh goody–just getting up to speed with a Web page and a forum for any silly thing, usually regarding food, that floats through my head. Self-editing is difficult, but I will try. Notes TK on: the gratuitous meat roast (two whole animals!) of New Year’s Eve, Mina-mina-bo-bina, Ali’s latest, and why I can’t remember anything for more than 10 hours.