After a certain point, everything I write starts to sound the same: we cooked a big meal, it was delicious, and we all love each other soooo much. Well, it's true. But boring.
Tag: jobs
I was a teenage vegetarian
Replying to a comment of K8's comment re: Eid below, I realized I've been harboring a horrible, horrible secret: For several years, I did not eat meat.
News from abroad
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.
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.
Banh Mi, but Don’t Blame Me
Last week, as I was stuffing the world's best snack, the banh mi, the Vietnamese sandwich specifically from the dark little hole under the Manhattan bridge that's open only five hours a day, down my gullet in a frenzied urge to maximize the sweet-hot-crispy-gooey-meaty-veggie taste sensation, I was also contemplating how it is that I'm chronically late.
Public apologies
My first real oh-yeah-everyone-in-the-entire-world-can-read-this moment...
Dolly’s Hot Ketchup and other forgotten details
Last night just before I got into bed, I glanced at my little collection of notebooks stacked on the radiator and noticed my journal from my Lebanon/Syria trip from...geez, 1999?
Wayne’s Lament: The “Professional” Kitchen
To hear the horror stories (viz. Bourdain), restaurants function the same way pro football does: they keep off the streets those people who might otherwise freak out and harm someone and maybe end up in prison.