The closing events of the first (annual?) Brooklyn Food Conference. A great pagan feast! (in a high school cafeteria.)
Archive for the ‘Food’ category
You gotta eat, right?
So I should probably be writing about swine flu or government jets buzzing Manhattan, something vital and current. But you know what? At the end of all the debates and anxiety, you still have to eat dinner, and unless you’re enjoying an AIG golden parachute, that means cooking at home. What are you going to [...]
Recipe for a spring afternoon.
Put on some music; don’t bother with the dishes. Clear a space on the counter to do your chopping. Prep the large globe artichokes you bought at the Sunday farmers’ market: trim stems and sharp leaves. Set them in the pot to steam. Meanwhile, chop the cabbage, onions, garlic, and apples for the Warm Red [...]
How to Eat Fried Worms
One of my favorite books growing up was How to Eat Fried Worms, the story of a 10-year-old boy named Billy who, on a bet, must eat 15 worms in 15 days. At first, he can barely choke them down, even though, as Amazon summarizes it, “Billy’s friends cook up these fat juicy grubs in [...]
Scotched
Stella, a long time fan of fine malt whisky, couldn’t resist the invitation of a charming gentleman to attend a Scotch dinner at Commonwealth Gastropub. Scotch, not Scottish. It was hosted by a Scotch Master. American, not Scottish. The master taught us everything about the manufacturing of scotch, of which Stella remembers little. But it [...]
Mmm, breakfast
From the excellent “This is why you’re fat” website, a collection of gastronomic monstrosities: Sloppy Joe on a Krispy Kreme doughnut. Louisiana Gator Dog. Deep-fried smore on a stick. PS, Trixie: I only post on Mondays when I wake up to find no new post. Oh, Monday authors: where have you gone?
Alien fresh jerky
About a three-hour drive northeast of LA, on the road to Las Vegas, you’ll come across the World’s Largest Thermometer. It’s mighty impressive, but it’s not my favorite roadside attraction in the town of Baker, California. That honor goes to a little jerky store down the street. Not just any kind of jerky: Alien Fresh [...]
Canadian Gothic
Hugh lived on an enormous wheat and ranching farm in Alberta, Canada, and I lived in Great Falls, Montana. Three hours of wheat-edged and windswept asphalt separated us, with a glowing ember of a border crossing in the middle. Hugh is my cousin, and we were best friends. Each summer either I would head north [...]
“Whenever you’re feeling good and hungry . . .”
I have been working in Cincinnati, Ohio for most of the past two weeks. I have been busy. I shuttle between a hotel room and an offsite training location and my meals are on the run – Starbucks, Wendy’s, McDonalds or a ham on rye and sweet tea from a chain deli across the parking lot. I [...]
