June 2009
42 posts
This might be controversial
and play into the medium’s tendency to be all BEST! and WORST! about everything, but, food in California is overall better than food in New York. To be fair, it has an unfair advantage first impression-wise. What happens* is, you arrive inevitably starving because you woke up too early to properly eat anything and then they don’t feed you on the plane, or, you have the option to BUY...
Crown Prince brand oil-packed yellowfin tuna
I am obsessed with it. It is a little troubling, mercury-wise, how much of it I eat on a regular basis. Then again, Jeremy Piven seems to be doing just fine.
“I’m on week 2 which included garlic scapes (big favorite among the members...”
– Young Manhattanite
I have scapes too, I forgot to mention them. What do you do with them?
Egg things at Pravda
Before I went to Moscow for the first time I did think on some level that all the food there would be like the fancy “Russian” appetizers I had eaten at Russian-themed bars in New York. Imagine my surprise when every meal I ate turned out not to consist of little pastry shells filled with scrambled egg and topped with caviar and snipped chives! Actual Russian food is good, too, but...
More Arthur from Frances
From Bread and Jam for Frances. A friend writes that “this is basically my m.o. for eating every single meal that i eat:”
Albert took two napkins from his lunch box. He tucked one napkin under his chin. He spread the other one on his desk like a tablecloth. He arranged his lunch neatly on the napkin. With his spoon he cracked the shell of the hard-boiled egg. He peeled away the...
Mixed fajitas at Acapulco
last night with Normandy in Greenpoint. Mixed means beef+chicken. This comes with refried beans so lardy they’re light beige, yellow rice, and a very generous scoop of fresh guacamole. The meat and peppers and onions are crisp-edged and spicy.
I went through a phase right after I moved out of my and Henry’s apartment on Greenpoint Ave. and into the Beast House on Freeman St. of being...
Greek salad
I went through a phase over the winter of eating a Greek salad — and not just any Greek salad, a specific salad from a specific Midtown superdeli — at least once and often twice a week, and then the phase evolved into me making homemade Greek salad all the time. Finally my ardor dimmed, aided by some slightly questionable Israeli feta. Then tonight I revisited the deli Greek salad....
Yodel cake
I have had this but with HoHos. Is the difference regional? Apparently these people are able to buy Yodels, HoHos, and Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls in their local grocery store for a taste test, so I guess not. (SPOILER: Little Debbie wins, in case you want to save a precious moment of your life). Ew, “creme.”
My mother was always horrified at the notion of cake mixes, brownie...
“We still had the old Nexis printout of the recipe from the New York Times....”
– Tom Scocca makes Mark Bittman’s brownies for his son’s preschool friends. I heartily reccomend them — brownie mix brownies never live up to their appealing looks, and these are just as easy, unless you do not own things like flour. The Baked brownies are also very good and just a...
Old Town cheddar cheeseburger
man, I like eating it. I also like breathing air, by which I mean, this is not a controversial thing to eat and love. No one could possibly disapprove of this burger, except I guess the me of two weeks ago who had discovered the secret of digestive happiness and was never going to eat red meat or dairy or wheat ever again. Oops, anyway, this burger: it’s red and juicy inside like a burger...
Tempura shrimp
with spicy sesame mayo at Lure. The mayo has little sparkles of salmon roe in it, so it’s like eating tiny spicy mayo-covered orange jewels. Yum. Mayo on a fried thing can be so wrong, or so right. Also, an important thing to do, if something bad like a staff meeting or a bad date (or some weird combination of the two) happens to you at a restaurant whose food you enjoy, go there as soon...
I've got ninety9 problems, and that he is a bitch...
ninety9:
fek:
thingsiatethatilove:
ninety9:
youngmanhattanite:
Guess who’s now on Tumblr. Guess!
Organized Around My Recipes?
FWIW I did start out trying to organize my book around my tattoos, wrote a paragraph about my tattoos and was like, “Wow, this is lame.” So, my book is not organized around my tattoos, or much of anything else really. But maybe wait for it to come out before...
I've got ninety9 problems, and that he is a bitch...
ninety9:
youngmanhattanite:
Guess who’s now on Tumblr. Guess!
Organized Around My Recipes?
FWIW I did start out trying to organize my book around my tattoos, wrote a paragraph about my tattoos and was like, “Wow, this is lame.” So, my book is not organized around my tattoos, or much of anything else really. But maybe wait for it to come out before you judge it/me? ninety9,...
Cooking for Mr. Yerba Mate
would be a good title for a book about: you are a “foodie” who falls in love with a vegan Anusara yoga teacher and you have to teach him about real food, and in turn he teaches you about the joys of hemp milk. You could pitch it to publishers as “Julie and Julia” meets “Eat Pray Love.” You’re welcome!
Cheese
Boy was today a dry culinary gulch. Well, travel days always are. I never plan ahead and pack a delicious little meal for myself and I always regret not doing so, and then I think of the part in “Cooking For Mr.Latte” where Amanda Hesser describes the prissy (but wonderful-sounding) meal she packs to eat on the plane. Then I think about how she can’t do that anymore because of...
All fat and wide
One of the cards my cousin received at her bridal shower said something about how getting married means you never have to diet again. Ha ha ha! Serious question: did women make this culture for ourselves? You know, this Cathy-comic, “it’s ok to walk around Dupont Circle with a realistic fake ween in your cleavage,” Sex and the City, “DH,” ring-comparing,...
Family style meal
I’m in Maryland right now for my cousin’s bridal shower and bachelorette party. I have been here for about five hours so obviously I have already eaten many gross and/or highly calorific foods.
Not to get too in-depth about my family dynamics but my mom, simply by being herself, just inevitably brings out the worst in me. I think it’s because she never trusts me to be able to...
Danger cake recipe FWIW
4 tablespoons flour 4 tablespoons sugar 2 tablespoons cocoa 1 egg 3 tablespoons milk 3 tablespoons oil 3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional) A small splash of vanilla essence 1 large mug
A brave friend made it and describes the texture as “kind of spongy in a bad way. I think it would be better with ice cream or really stoned.”
“The word “avocado” comes from the Nahuatl word āhuacatl...”
– I wikipediad avocados during my “cleanse” because I wanted to know their fiber content (unexpectedly high). These bonus factoids are fun cocktail party tidbits, if you go to cocktail parties full of hippies (I wish). PLEISTOCENE MEGAFAUNA.
Eating for taste
A few weeks ago I was in line to get some food at Choice Market, which is this little prepared foods/bakery/coffee place in my neighborhood that’s mostly patronized by Pratt students. I was delirious with hunger, as usual (it had probably been like three hours since my last meal or snack) and as I stood in front of the prepared foods counter, trying to make a sound decision in spite of my...
