I am proud to be from Albuquerque when I click over to Duke City Fix and see the new tagline “More Dick, Less Knipfing.” See, DK is a newscaster and, uh…I guess you had to grow up there. Anyway, I went to the equally obscure (sort of) city of Pittsburgh this weekend, partially to see …
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Water Boils: Demystifying Brown Bagging
I’m a lazy blogger. I rarely have time or inclination to seek out other food and travel bloggers. The ones I know and like have all come to me (The Homesick Texan, A Thinking Stomach, Daily Gluttony, etc) via comments, which I greatly appreciate. And now, thanks to a comment on a Flickr photo, I’ve …
Banh Mi at Home, part deux
Last week, I actually bought some new cookbooks. You’d think, as a regular cook with a bookish bent, I’d be awash in the things, but some terrible stinginess always takes over whenever I approach a bookstore. (Have I mentioned how much I love the public library? The only problem with checking cookbooks out of the …
Stupid Resort Food
First, let me complain that my desk in this room at this brand-new luxury resort is too high. My shoulders are already starting to seize, so this should be a brief post. I know I shouldn’t complain at all. I travel along the most beautiful stretch of beach in Mexico and visit the nicest hotels. …
Best of RG V: The Man in the Bow Tie
Best of RG IV: The Man in the Bow Tie The thrilling retrospective continues…and the voices are back. “Gosh, Joanie, I’m feeling parched. I sure could use a milkshake,” goes Chachi. And just then, with the flawless timing accorded everyone in thirty-minute sitcoms, up walks Al. He’s wearing a bow tie and looking paternal. He’s …
Happy Wedding, Todd and Sarah!
Todd ‘n’ Sarah, the superheroes of weddings, had their third and final celebration a couple of weeks ago, just as you would hope, in a moody basement on a side street in Williamsburg. They asked me to cook up a mess of food in the Mid East vein–which to me means hella garlic, and that …
On vomiting
Before I get to the grisly matter at hand: We cooked a big meal, it was delicious, and we all loved each other soooo much. Easter, this time. We made a toast to the lamb. Surprisingly, for a meal that started at 4 in the afternoon, I didn’t eat myself sick, but somehow we did …
Purslane redux
Like an elephant
So here I am back in New Mexico, land of enchantment (state bird: roadrunner; state cookie: biscochito), and I'm sitting in a cafe in Albuquerque using the wireless Internet, and I hear some guys next to me chatting.
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.