Ok, first I have to get something off my chest. What’s pictured isn’t a charcuterie board. Charcuterie means cold cooked meats, and this board has no meat on it at all, but I’m going to insist on calling it a charcuterie board because I like that word, even if I’m always afraid I’m mispronouncing it. I could call it a vegetarian charcuterie board, but I’d want to wash my mouth out with bacon after saying that, I’m afraid. So here’s how you…
A while ago Rosie mentioned that I like to make Indian butter chicken, and a lot of you seemed very interesting in trying it. Since my house is tiny and I can’t have you all over, I decided to share the recipe with you instead as the second best option. This is the original recipe but I adapted it to my taste since I don’t do very well at sticking to recipes. Please forgive the lack of pictures, which would probably horrify the…
Last summer when I went to New York I sweated my way through the city, but when Roman and Mimi asked if I wanted to ride along in February, it was quite a different story. Icy winds whipped through the city, and I was happy to spend most of my time inside buildings, looking out at the world. I had several days mostly on my own, so I would start the day with French pastries in Flushing with Roman and Mimi and Hudson, and…
I have been absent a while, I know, roaming the mountains and plains and comeateries of Honduras. I’ll be back shortly with stories about a flopped beach trip and a not-flopped trip to Erandique. For now though, let me show you some of what’s been occupying me. I’ve been eating platos típicos, And so many tacos, And baleadas that would knock your socks off, And plantain chips for days, And garlic shrimp and pork chops and tajadas and seafood soup,…
As some of you may know, I am ever so slightly obsessed with New York City. So a few weeks ago I was chatting with Roman and Mimi, and I said, “Next time you go to NYC, let me know because I want to go along.” “Really,” they said, “do you mean the very next time? We are leaving in two days to go there!”Obviously there was nothing else for it but to buy a ticket up, take a day or…
I love coffee. Goodness gracious, I love coffee. Life without the stuff is a bleak, howling wilderness, wrought with perils and tribulations and people biting other people’s heads off. However, with coffee, how the world changes. Awkward conversations are made a little less awkward when you have something hot to hold. Mornings are a little less dreadful when there’s a hot, aromatic drink awaiting. Studying is made a little easier when there is caffeine to assist. Long afternoons at…
Sometimes Ogden Nash just says it so much better than I ever could. Case in point: “Some singers sing of ladies’ eyes, And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike ways, And coarse ones hymn their hips. The Oxford Book of English Verse Is lush with lyrics tender; A poet, I guess, is more or less Preoccupied with gender. Yet I, though custom call me crude, Prefer to sing in praise of food. Food, Yes, food, Just any…