Last year when I first went to Mexico, I got a little excited about all the flavors of Tang, and I bought Peter a bag of tamarind-flavor Tang. It's been sitting untouched for a year, but finally got its chance to shine:
Category: Home Cooking
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Pure sugar: dulce de leche at home
Because I've been too busy to do any real thinking about anything but bus schedules and synonyms for "beach," I'm handing the reins over to the talented Ms. Adriana (though she doesn't even know it). Here's a handy tip that _could_ end in tragedy!
Kitchen Hex
I feel cursed. I am looking around my apartment for evil-looking amulets. I am examining my recent actions for bad karma generation. But I am stumped as to why my pots are scorching, my cookies are cakey, and my meat sauce is mushy.
Condimental
How can I come back from Mexico, to what is basically an empty fridge, and still have a hard time tossing something on the top shelf?
The Grilled Duck
This weekend was really a return to the Astoria salad days, when I would spend the day toddling from one fascinating grocery store to another, and then spend hours cooking dinner.
Chapter 10,083, in which I once again consume too much
In a city of 8 million, it's hard to feel like you're ever doing something unique or remarkable. But I do think I was the only person in NYC carrying a cast-iron skillet home in my bike bag at 1 am on Sunday night.
Dear Diary…
I've been holed up in my house--mostly--trying to write this guidebook. Which really means wandering around the house, stacking the newspapers, picking my calluses, washing the dishes...
Super-Size Me
I saw this movie last week and haven't felt so nasty coming out of a film in years.
Iraqi food
It's sappy, but true: if you eat something delicious from someone, you just can't hate them.