I was going to say I've had a lack of recent food adventures because I was thinking of the gross cheese sandwich with that Italian mushroom pesto and a small handful of my roommate's five-cheez Italiano blend dairy product (sorry, Aaron, it wasn't much), but then I also remembered the fabulously heartwarming return-to-NYC fried-chicken feast that Tamara prepared to mark my return from exile in the sun country.
Tag: cookies
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.
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!
Two great tastes…
Malt and coffee. About a year ago I had an espresso malted milkshake in San Fran, at a hipster ice cream shop, and it was about the most genius thing I'd ever drunk.