tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231698652011-06-20T01:34:36.007-04:00Discussable comestiblesskiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.comBlogger1261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-38052299635984066202008-12-14T22:03:00.002-05:002008-12-14T22:06:04.289-05:00

Blogger's alright, but we like Wordpress a lot better. Check out the Gourmetro 2.0 over at www.thegourmetro.net. It's got the same great writing, delicious photos, and tasteful comments, just a different url.

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-89232733110109973542008-01-27T23:02:00.000-05:002008-01-27T23:05:02.080-05:00

There is such a thing as a magnificent hot dog. Strangely enough, finding it at Liebman’s Deli in Riverdale has outweighed every other personal insight I’ve had lately. In the months since my girlfriend broke up with me, I’ve learned a couple things about how I deal with what I don’t like, and even more importantly, about what I like to eat. The breakup sent me on a journey of discovery, and I

Jake Dickermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13957636977734442089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-52676196219703261642008-01-23T12:50:00.000-05:002008-01-23T12:53:32.111-05:00

In no particular order, allow me to disgorge some thoughts and links:- Pre-made pesto from Costco is kind of my personal lazy-dinner lifesaver. Add more garlic, add some heavy cream, pour it over chicken, put in some lemon and spoon it over some fish...whatever! All is within the realm of possibiity! I'M LAZY ADDICTED.- I love bakeries and baking, and I could never do a diet that didn't let me

Anharchyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10768936285526007251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-36413343813745544942007-12-03T09:30:00.000-05:002007-12-03T09:36:29.652-05:00

Cooking for people still terrifies me. When my editor asked me to bring dessert to a small gathering the other night, I was momentarily paralyzed. Should I bring out the old show stopper poached pears? No. She has a favorite recipe of her own, and I probably shouldn't challenge it. Something with chocolate? Maybe. But what? But what.I only had a few hours, so that killed the [amazing] chocolate

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-2690295945815939422007-11-07T10:54:00.000-05:002007-11-11T18:06:05.963-05:00

For those of you who don't know, I recently moved to New York - not only to get away from my dull corporate job, but to finally realize my dream of going to pastry school and becoming a real pastry chef! (cue triumphant music) And because I know all of you are checking this blog not just because you love food, but in order to procrastinate from working for the man or studying, I'm going to blog

Joaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507645802810784716noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-63063924289321319742007-10-16T21:49:00.000-04:002007-10-18T09:28:00.756-04:00

"Oh. Heavy cream? Skip, is there anything I can substitute?""No. Absolutely not. Please Robin, don't substitute anything for the heavy cream. We're talking 1 tablespoon (per serving). Please. Just have a little less and eat a salad."This story started last week when I didn't feel like making dinner. I'm still settling into Birmingham, and cooking sometimes feels a bit overwhelming. It's getting

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-15659531723153024742007-10-11T09:14:00.000-04:002007-10-11T09:29:20.236-04:00

I love Google mashup maps. This morning I found some that compare the cost of a head of lettuce, a quart of milk, and six-pack of beer around the five boroughs of Manhattan (and some neighboring locales). The purple lettuces in the picture above indicate heads of iceburg lettuce with a cost greater than $1.75, and the green ones indicate a price of $1.25 or less. The beer map is a bit more

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-58716106980906158812007-10-01T00:38:00.000-04:002007-10-01T09:18:59.353-04:00

After an entertaining and delightful dinner at Sushi Sushi on North Beverly, Jenn and I went out for brunch at the Urth Caffe. I had been hoping to check out some of Suzanne Goin's cooking at the Hungry Cat, but it just wasn't meant to be (which is too bad, considering everything I'd read; I had planned to stop at the Santa Barbara location for lunch, but they don't serve it, and then on Saturday

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-58046855361098206282007-09-28T13:26:00.000-04:002007-09-28T14:16:55.900-04:00

Holy frijoles. I cannot believe the tacos at Lo Mejor de Michoacan in Paso Robles, Calif. Incredible. The filling, the sides, the (soft, warm, delicate but sturdy) corn tortillas, I can hardly convey how unbelievable their food is. Well, perhaps stating the fact that Kim and I ate there three days in a row will suffice.Over the few days, we had three different kinds of tacos (carnitas [pork],

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-82625738575099656992007-09-25T11:27:00.000-04:002007-09-26T02:46:13.851-04:00

After my ridiculous exit from LAX, I made a quick stop for some much-needed nourishment. I wasn't particularly hungry, per say, but the delicious Southwest Airlines in-flight meal wasn't going to hold me over for the three-hour trip to Paso Robles.A bit of research into LA hot spots led me to Intelligentsia, a new-ish coffeehouse in Silver Lake. Their mothership may be in Chicago, but the

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-8582336888418404332007-09-24T02:15:00.000-04:002007-09-24T11:48:06.428-04:00

Shortly after waking up at the god-awful hour of 5am, I found myself standing in the cattle-esque Southwest Airlines queue. The drive to the airport went very smoothly, and being able to sing along to some of our favorites (Ben Folds, Guster, The Darkness - I don't care what anyone says about them, I Believe in a Thing Called Love is a classic. A classic.)It was wonderful getting to see Meg this

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-36411238539173052372007-09-20T07:00:00.000-04:002007-09-20T01:08:53.443-04:00

Tonight, I figured it out. I hadn't realized it before leafing through the August Gourmet (trying to find some great skillet-cooked potato recipe). I hadn't thought about my blogging muse before a colleague of mine asked earlier today. Naiveté. Youthful exuberance, perhaps. I came across a recipe for beet carpaccio with goat cheese and arugula and was instantly overjoyed by the fact that I had

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-42151239328311635182007-09-10T22:38:00.000-04:002007-09-11T07:29:15.372-04:00

The dreaded “F-Word”! For some, it conjures thoughts of horror. For those nerds in internet-land, perhaps you see cartoon of men with fantastically tall hair shouting while nothing actually happens for episode after episode and I can’t believe how much time I tried to follow that show for. This, however, is foodie land, and perhaps you see another image. Chicken Tikka Massala, boiled so that

Jake Dickermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13957636977734442089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-32814348217657231712007-09-09T01:27:00.000-04:002007-09-09T13:52:45.274-04:00

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and I know that most of you out there in internet-land don’t notice when a fresh face arrives on the Gourmetro, but I think I’ve developed a sort of calling card around here, and I think it’s time for me to write a preface. The stuff I’ve blogged about has three things in common: it’s easy, it’s cheap, and it’s unhealthy. What I am about to go into here is

Jake Dickermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13957636977734442089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-46989431665489993352007-09-06T07:46:00.000-04:002007-09-06T08:56:51.804-04:00

I can hardly believe it's been over a month since my last post. It hasn't been for lack of eating. I've done some of the best eating in my life, let me tell you. Babbo is an ultimate gustatory experience. Eat at Babbo. If you have to wait for three hours, it's still worth it. Nothing has tasted the same since. No joke.But this post isn't about Babbo. I know you'd all like to hear about the

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-15639031963276533952007-08-17T17:39:00.000-04:002007-08-17T17:39:52.590-04:00

And if you're like me and you really could do without all the bug bites and sunburns that camping brings, just stay inside your apartment and make S'mores Cupcakes. They're a lot prettier than regular S'mores, and last longer too!I found this recipe at Cupcake Bakeshop, a fabulous blog that chronicles the cupcake adventures of one woman in California. She uses crazy things like jackfruits and

Joaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507645802810784716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-51081102304009752672007-07-24T01:37:00.000-04:002007-07-25T09:21:38.655-04:00

Ok, NY Mag. You all had a number of solid picks in the 2007 Cheap Eats issue, but I've got a bone to pick about the Dirty Bird omission. Seven dollars a hauntingly tender organic chicken 2-piece plus a side is a deal if I've ever heard one. And if DB's omission weren't bad enough, S'Mac's presence was an added insult. That insipid, gloppy goop is novel, for sure, but not among the city's

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-73956838671092124872007-07-19T22:32:00.000-04:002007-07-20T12:14:43.240-04:00

Elizabeth and I had planned on making Enchiladas tonight, but well, one thing led to another and with neither of us being terribly hungry, I wound up unfed at quarter to ten. I wanted to eat something, but having little in the cabinet and not really wanting a lot, I was left cobbling together a snack from the fridge. I walked over to the stairs, telling Elizabeth, “I’m going to make myself

Jake Dickermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13957636977734442089noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-54666199063158920502007-07-17T17:36:00.000-04:002007-07-19T20:44:06.315-04:00

With its chill atmosphere and great music, I am definitely a fan of Camaradas el Barrio (115th and 1st Ave). As Skip and I geared up for our meal, I couldn't wait to sample a new set of wonderful goodies I had not been so adventurous to try previously. Irrrrk! Screeching sound! Halt! Wonderful for the carnivores, not so much for the veg heads like me. (Now I remember why I’ve only had one thing

butterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10002427091536453226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-37975422248261846412007-07-12T16:29:00.000-04:002007-07-12T16:35:19.873-04:00

I've made a resolution to catch up on my posting, so I'll be attempting to fulfill my Japan-listy-review goals. Let's start with something tasty :PJust in case anyone didn't know, I am obsessed with Iron Chef. So, it only follows that I'd be a bit obsessed with Iron Chef restaurants, gimmicky though they might occasionally be. And just to clarify, I'm talking original Japanese Iron Chef - RYORI

Anharchyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10768936285526007251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-57140606516238747372007-07-06T17:38:00.001-04:002007-07-07T08:28:39.524-04:00

I've recently made a discovery: New York Pizza has started to stink. Sure sure, there’s still that place around the corner you love, or that one place you know out in Brooklyn, but I tell you this, that place used to be on every other block. I’ve heard theories ranging from the water to the mob, and am not wholly convinced about any of them. Personally, I blame the tourists for not knowing any

Jake Dickermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13957636977734442089noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-85419158023611502772007-07-05T04:46:00.000-04:002007-07-10T17:41:22.367-04:00

Aside from Danny Meyer's annual Backyard Barbecue, I've been underwhelmed by the NYC 'cue scene. People make a big deal about Dinosaur, but I really don't see it. RUB, righteous Urban Barbecue, is another animal altogether. So to speak.After a botched Shake Shack trip (who closes early on a Saturday?), Greg decided to take the five of us to RUB. We made the three avenue trek still reeling with

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-38830486324251995012007-07-01T22:11:00.000-04:002007-07-02T05:03:25.505-04:00

A few weeks ago, Skip reviewed PB & Co's "The Heat is On," a peanut butter better used for Thai chicken and other savory dishes rather than PB&J. Around this same time, I ordered some of PB Loco's Sumatra Cinnamon and Raisin peanut butter. PB Loco - a largely online business, unless you live somewhere like Scottsdale, AZ - offers flavors such as CoCo Banana (I'll take a dozen! and a spoon!) and

Joaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507645802810784716noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-80783816364711562022007-06-21T13:24:00.000-04:002007-06-22T07:09:16.655-04:00

The most difficult thing about the Banana Twinkie is finding one. Yesterday, my friend James and I scoured midtown Manhattan for about an hour, stopping at every deli and grocery store we passed. Twinkies, to start off with, have become a rarity in New York. The Banana Twinkie is an even rarer animal. Luckily for me, I don’t live in Manhattan, and in Brooklyn, there are still delis that have

Jake Dickermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13957636977734442089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-87667751761766161672007-06-17T08:45:00.000-04:002007-06-18T05:20:56.505-04:00

Skip,I've been checking out your site (I like it, especially your review about doughnuts) and I had a little suggestion for you. I assume that you too are an NPR man, but I can imagine that catching Morning Edition is a bit of a stretch for you. Because of that, you may have missed the news that Twinkies have just gone back to using banana cream instead of vanilla. They used to be banana, but

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-16579419226769238342007-06-03T17:38:00.000-04:002007-06-04T18:46:26.769-04:00

If you've been to any of the trendy tapas places around DC - or any other urban area - you've probably seen Tortilla Espanola on the menu. It's very simple dish, basically a Spanish omelet/quiche hybrid. Cooking it is a breeze and leaves your house smelling of hash browns for a day afterward, which is a major bonus. Plus, it's SUPER cheap and is a classy way to make the those last few days before

Joaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507645802810784716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-90059970571511455142007-05-21T09:00:00.000-04:002007-05-21T09:08:28.730-04:00

Those guys at Peanut Butter & Co. aren't kidding about this stuff: The Heat is On tastes seriously spicy. If I weren't so masochistic, I doubt I'd ever have gotten to the point where The Heat made it into peanut noodles, or especially a (wait for it) hamburger.The standard, classic pb&j is a no-go with The Heat. I tried it with raspberry jam. It's ok, laugh at me. Wtf was I thinking? The

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-35929407731202336922007-05-07T05:33:00.000-04:002007-05-08T03:27:05.929-04:00

The Doughnut Plant has haunted us Gourmetros for too long. Two weeks ago, we'd had enough of hearing rave reviews, so we trucked down from SpaHa to see for ourselves whether these were indeed gifts from some benevolent yeasty/cakey doughnut god. We tried to get down there sooner, we really did, but the Plant's schedule and LES locale kept us from their fatty comestables. Oh, and the other

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-46649506753443259322007-05-02T13:36:00.000-04:002007-05-05T20:01:55.864-04:00

I've been very, very bad about posting, even though it's not like I stopped eating...I'll put another overview up so you can see what to expect from me in the upcoming weeks. This is all Osaka/Tokyo/Vietnam stuff I've been saving up for a while, so for an overview of restaurants/cafes/snack bars that will be showing up, refer to the list below. And if there's something you're particularly

Anharchyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10768936285526007251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-22800054185230922362007-04-27T16:55:00.000-04:002007-04-27T17:15:25.283-04:00

At an event last week at Gracie Mansion, Mayor Bloomberg served Long Island wines. Sweet. Over the last few years Long Island wines were mostly dismissed, but change is, um, fermenting if what I saw in Gracie last week is part of a larger trend.Here they are:Pellegrini Vineyards 2005 Chardonnay Select ($9.99 at Vintage)Wolffer Estate Vineyards 2002 La Ferme Matin Merlot ($13.99 at Vintage)Corey

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1495301683130096182007-04-23T20:37:00.000-04:002007-04-24T09:31:12.612-04:00

So, media night at the new kirsh/virot FR.OG. Some food and drinks were served while guests were given a chance to wander around before tomorrow's real opening. There's been a quite a bit of buzz surrounding this opening, with some dating back to summer 2006.The food and drink skewed toward Moroccan and Asian. Waiters passed spiced scallops with peanut sauce, pork egg rolls, herbed cucumber/

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-78586766794437740482007-04-14T11:54:00.000-04:002007-04-16T04:57:46.750-04:00

Because of my weird hours, I often cook for myself in bulk. Around the middle of last summer I began to get tired of the sauteed chicken breast combinations I'd been coming up with (rosemary/olive oil, chipotle, plain, garlic), so I went to the Union Square Greenmarket in search of something inspiring.Luscious vegetables lead me to throw together this incredibly healthy and inexpensive meatless

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-43602721500807636932007-04-12T08:10:00.000-04:002007-04-13T01:23:31.976-04:00

Kimberly, sitting in the City Bakery, holding her cup of hot chocolate with homemade marshmallow:[sips] Oooh.[pause, sips] Oooh.[pause, sips] Oh, my God.[pause, sips] Wow.-I sit in front of my pretzel croissant, fruit-nut muffin, and cup of the same and am relieved. Completely relieved, since I'd promised a memorable breakfast and it's a drizzly, cold, early morning.The rest of the meal goes

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-39316258616954795562007-04-10T12:30:00.000-04:002007-04-10T12:30:48.850-04:00

When the parents come to town, my dining options improve greatly. The usual omelets and toast get replaced by Vermillion!Mom loves Old Town Alexandria, so after much parking ado, we headed into Vermillion, a place which had been recommended to me. The downstairs is specifically a lounge, with dark crimson couches and a lovely bar. I mentally noted to come back when Alexandria institutes its

Joaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507645802810784716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-39772055136333722632007-03-29T01:25:00.000-04:002007-03-29T23:49:23.153-04:00

Reading Peter Singer and Jim Mason's The Ethics of What We Eat (review) is making me question my gastro-values and it inspired me to go to the Union Square Greenmarket for the first time in a while (perhaps the first time this year...). Hopefully I will write a post after I finish the book.I popped by the Greenmarket at 8:30 a.m. Monday morning and it was even more barren than I thought it would

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-30963241186317640142007-03-28T06:29:00.000-04:002007-05-08T04:11:32.007-04:00

Ever since S'Mac opened last summer in the East Village, I'd been dying to try it out. It was buzz city, for sure; there was great press, there was good press, and then there was the mac'n'cheese backlash. (And after it all NBC chimed in with some good press; it's a relief to know they're on top of things ...)And I would have gone sooner; I must have tried over a dozen times. Each time was the

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-64672237904627227342007-03-14T15:02:00.000-04:002007-03-14T15:06:02.367-04:00

Buzz Bakery has been receiving a lot of press lately, so Roommate and I set out for the new dessert place on a Thursday evening.After perusing the online menu, I knew I would have a mild panic attack when I got there. SO MANY CHOICES. Buzz is open from 8 am to midnight, so you can pick up croissant and a coffee on your way to work, snuggle up with a good book and some drinking chocolate, or mosey

Joaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507645802810784716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-72701282048350176222007-03-13T13:32:00.000-04:002007-04-14T14:18:11.663-04:00

At the cheese shop where I work, we sell lots of gourmet products. While everyone else takes home boatloads of cheese, my lactose intolerance leads me to bring home loads of burnt fig jam, graham crackers, and membrillo. While I've enjoyed my fair share of these and other impulse buys, Ginger People brand ginger spread has been the best investment, since it has lasted awhile and I keep

Joaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507645802810784716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-63739519439703029652007-03-05T03:19:00.000-05:002007-04-14T14:08:30.279-04:00

Sometimes I talk myself out of buying exotic ingredients. Whether they're expensive (meyer lemons), difficult to locate (farro), or just plain scary (uni), I can come up with many reasons to avoid a potentially awesome dish.I had talked myself out of making macaroni with cream and cheese, Gourmet Feb. 05, for some of the above reasons. It had a number of red-button items in the ingredient list;

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-76282817431263086182007-02-03T17:06:00.000-05:002007-03-03T14:13:46.665-05:00

Until my recent baking revelation, I hadn't had too much success with the desserts (see: iPile); especially delicate baked goods like muffins. Back in the November Gourmet, I was captivated by a pumpkin muffin recipe in You Asked For It. It seemed foolproof (and I won't lie, that's what I look for in baked goods).The recipe had a short ingredient list (flour, canned pumpkin, eggs, flour, spice,

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-92232834175117626422007-01-31T11:17:00.000-05:002007-02-01T00:29:48.127-05:00

(Or so Bob Boilen says)Farrah Olivia, however, will.We managed to sneak an 8:15 Restaurant Week dinner reservation at this brand new Alexandria restaurant. Farrah is a tiny place with simple decor - one wall is eggplant-colored with sage green trees painted on it, the other two walls are full-length windows which you can gaze at the loveliness of the fast food joint across the street.I'll start

Joaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507645802810784716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-59376851586815012332007-01-29T20:31:00.000-05:002007-01-29T22:06:08.795-05:00

In light of my recent conversation with skip, I will attempt to be prodigious rather than overly verbose with my postings. As a quick reference point, I am the aforementioned Russian co-worker of skip's. As I was recently browsing tasting menu I noticed a page discussing the philosophy of the site's adventurous eater, and an interesting claim was made. The author claimed that main courses are

abalone sandwichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06192892295466586146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-13726771254748751402007-01-29T17:05:00.000-05:002007-01-30T16:54:18.094-05:00

In winter's depths last week, I thought it high time to try out some chili. I went to the usual suspects, epicurious, Southern Living, Cook's, etc., and found only two recipes that looked promising: a beef-and-butternut squash chili from Southern Living and a traditional chili con carne from Gourmet. Feeling adventurous, I went with the former.Honestly I don't think I've ever prepared a recipe

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-10952603579095663242007-01-28T11:39:00.000-05:002007-01-28T12:12:12.796-05:00

At about 1 a.m. a month ago, Greg my Russian co-worker declared that we were going out to dinner. Since I'd brought my lunch, as per usual, I was not immediately excited. We talked about it and eventually decided that the best thing to do with our mandatory 60-minute 3 a.m. "lunch" break was to go down to K-Town (Korea Town). I was skeptical. When I think Korean, I think raw meat bucket a la Lost

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-47914667143793192242007-01-22T09:34:00.000-05:002007-01-29T17:05:15.444-05:00

So, it's been a while since I posted, as I've been acclimating myself to new surroundings - OSAKA-freakin'-JAPAN.Yup. And trust me, my food adventures have continued. But! As I've compiled nigh-unto 2.5 months in good ol' Nippon, there's a lot of food to be discussed. For your (and my, because otherwise I'll have issues remembering how many things there are) benefit, a brief snapshot-y, list-y

Anharchyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10768936285526007251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-38945645909339887832007-01-20T05:12:00.000-05:002007-01-20T03:34:46.971-05:00

We've never really written about wine before, so I may as well start tonight. This one was a sure winner.I received this delightful 2003 Diamond Claret from the Food Arts Illy Galleria event last fall and finally opened it last week.The smooth tannins and delicious blend surprised and delighted me. Deep red cherry and plum flavors on top of anise and ... other spices ... make this Bordeaux-style

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-90356050080188717812007-01-16T05:11:00.000-05:002007-01-28T11:34:58.046-05:00

I don't think I've ranted about my oven before. Since I moved in this past September, I hung a thermometer in there because it always seemed unreliable. We learned it was usually anywhere from 25 to 50 degrees off. And when the stars line up just right, as it turns out, the temperature can get up to 75 degrees hotter in practically no time at all. This was particularly infuriating when I was

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-8082199538991123432007-01-08T01:04:00.000-05:002007-01-08T01:17:41.623-05:00

Who would eat this? Really. Herring in cream sauce is supposed to bring you luck if you eat it on New Year's Eve, so says my stepfather. Well shit, that must be why I've had such bad luck for the last few years. Mmm herring snacks.In other news, I got a new camera. Tres exciting. I love it. More close-up innards shots will follow.

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-5665859496226550862006-12-26T06:49:00.000-05:002007-04-24T09:31:49.262-04:00

There's been a lot of buzz about brgr, a new Chelsea burger joint, and I think it's well deserved. The patties are similar to the Shake Shack, but they're more expensive (mine was about $8), a bit tougher, and not quite as salty. The creative preparations and quick service will get my burger-eating face back down there in short order.I got the beef burger with avocado, raw onion, and Gruyere. It

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1164701683005371842006-12-16T02:21:00.000-05:002006-12-16T02:55:18.859-05:00

A few weeks ago I undertook to bake my first pie. Apple pie, as I've learned, is wrought with peril.In my three apple pie experiences I fell into three of the most notable traps: soupy filling, undercooked center, and 'the incredible shrinking apple'.Before I talk about the failures, because, really, they weren't failures since each of the pies were still quite decent (if I don't say so myself),

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1163061799480401292006-11-09T02:53:00.000-05:002006-12-27T09:07:51.367-05:00

Tonight Liz made rouladen (not to be confused with rolladen). Rouladen, for the uninitiated, is (are) a german delicacy in which one wraps up slices of pickle and onion with a thin piece of tender beef. It's then sauteed in stock and savored with, in our case, mashed potatoes.I will admit that it doesn't sound appetizing. Pickles, mustard, onions, and beef sitting on an island of mashed potatoes,

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1162887423558120232006-11-07T03:09:00.000-05:002006-12-27T09:08:35.029-05:00

After yesterday afternoon's unsettling discovery, I set out to try some new recipes. With a meal consisting of Cook's Illustrated penne alla vodka and Southern Living's Apple/Cranberry pie, I won't admit it isn't just a little strange, but whatever. It's fall. Fall means apples, and apples go with pretty much anything. And one last thing before I start: today's moral is: follow the recipe, it's

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1162845203064734962006-11-06T15:17:00.000-05:002006-12-27T09:08:56.516-05:00

So there I was, catching up on my blogs with my trusty rss reader (something I haven't done in months) only to discover that (1) a new, improved version of The Joy of Cooking hits shelves today and (2) I have the most unloved version.Apparently this new one is truer to the original than the "popular" 1975 edition and less "esoteric" than the 1997 rewrite. For a moment I thought about getting them

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1161889720805691912006-10-26T14:58:00.000-04:002006-12-27T09:10:12.752-05:00

I knew there was one thing that had to happen on my last day of work at the now-closed headquarters of the New York Museum of Water, and that thing was Number Six. Number Six was introduced to me a few months before while walking down 10th Avenue after work with my friend Mary. She pulled half of a gigantic sandwich wrapped in white butcher paper out of her bag, took a bite, then held it up to

Amy Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11760120376678953209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1161675307804241332006-10-24T02:40:00.000-04:002006-12-27T09:11:10.099-05:00

Go and buy the Nov/Dec issue of Cook's Illustrated. Go now. It food gold. Food gold.Aand dear readers, the following post breaks practically all of our standards; if you're looking a fast, inexpensive meal, you should look here or here (or here), because this certainly isn't one of them.When I saw the coq au vin recipe I knew I had to do it. "Fast" the editors suggested, "easy". It was neither,

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1160552080104943952006-10-11T03:07:00.000-04:002006-12-27T09:11:41.191-05:00

On Wednesday I decided that the best way to spend the three or four hours between my night and day job by going out to a nice breakfast. After choosing the Franklin Station Cafe only to find it closed, I walked down West Broadway to Petite Abeille, a quaint Belgian cafe/pub.Writing this, I'm not sure why the eight different waffle options didn't set off any number of warnings (um hello: belgian

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1159857712939106422006-10-04T01:54:00.000-04:002006-12-27T09:12:49.661-05:00

It's been about three weeks since I moved to Spanish Harlem and I've finally started to get out and eat here.Patsy's Pizzaria1312 2nd AveLike a first kiss, Patsy's will always have a special spot in my heart. Their 69th and 2nd restaurant was the only place I'd eat when I came to New York City before I lived here. The copper ceiling, the same eastern European waitress every time, the crispy,

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1159854785407683772006-10-03T01:39:00.000-04:002007-04-14T14:16:49.937-04:00

This one'll be short but there will be more this week. I swear. Working 60-plus hours a week will not stop this gourmetro. (mono might, but we'll cross that bridge when we're forced onto it)Last week I made one of my favorite fall/winter meals, baked ziti. It's near and dear to my heart and I tore it up when I made it last week. Oh, and tearing it up is like ripping it apart. It's a good thing, I

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1158130276764380722006-09-13T02:28:00.000-04:002007-01-28T11:23:01.347-05:00

It's been a while, I know. I've been in the midst of moving for the last month, and now that I finally have moved to my amazing new SpaHa residence, all of my jobs have started to give me all the hours I've wanted at once. And now my diet, and the Gourmetro, suffers. Does it ever.For the last week, my intake has consisted of kickin' Peanut Butter & Jelly Co. White Chocolate (and Cinnamon Raisin

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1156547014846003132006-09-02T18:40:00.000-04:002007-01-28T11:25:18.557-05:00

Ever since I first partook of the steamed pork buns at Momofuku—light, doughy and stuffed with perfectly tender Berkshire pork—they’ve been on my short craving list. After sampling similar wares at a few other Asian spots, I could safely say no one else could touch those buns. Then, lo and behold, New York magazine raved about Tribeca newcomer Province, even going so far as to compare its

wilmanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1156233370686420012006-08-28T03:45:00.000-04:002007-01-28T11:26:10.189-05:00

I've been thinking of a title for this post for about a week and couldn't come up with anything that would be even remotely acceptable for the connotations inspired by The Dirty Bird To-Go, the NYC's newest take-out free-range authentic double-dipped buttermilk-fried chicken shack.The Bird has gotten an incredible amount of press since its opening earlier this year (some of the most hype/square

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1156191511257433052006-08-21T15:38:00.000-04:002007-01-28T11:27:24.626-05:00

Like the jet-setter I am, I've been wandering the north for the last two weekends in Boston and Toronto (my first Canadian expedition!),interviewing for jobs in Japan. Yes, Japan. I can still blog there, what?Travel, of course, means eating in the world of Anharchy, because who the hell can possibly miss out on the opportunity to try new foooooooods?? While most of my experiences in consumption

Anharchyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10768936285526007251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1155689623451154762006-08-15T20:39:00.000-04:002007-01-28T11:28:24.377-05:00

All right, so it was about 9pm. I had an hour before work, had just eaten some salty delicious Dumpling Man fare, and my stomach wasn't taking it well. My night job, disassembling computers and extracting various bits and pieces, certainly takes a toll on my daytime comfort.Anyway, in my dumpling-induced haze, I figured a nice cappuccino would set me along a happy path for the evening. Since I

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1155611017274510672006-08-14T22:02:00.000-04:002007-01-28T11:28:54.210-05:00

Gourmetro readers - all 3 of you - I have a favor to ask. My subscription to Food & Wine is about to lapse, and while I enjoy F&W, I don't absolutely adore it (see Chow, demise of). I've been looking into some mags, particularly Saveur, Intermezzo, and Fervor. Any recommendations? My budget really only has room for one foodie magazine (to complement my chick mag and nerd mag), so think

Joaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507645802810784716noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1155058206099056162006-08-09T14:45:00.000-04:002007-01-28T11:32:46.231-05:00

If you've been living on the East coast, you've probably been sweating profusely or haven't left your apartment in the past week. The only remedy for such heat, besides more cowbell, is ice cream.I'm kind of an ice cream snob, as I used to work at Graeter's, which has been named by USA Today and Oprah as the nation's best ice cream. (Yeah, that's right. And I was employee of the month - twice.

Joaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507645802810784716noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1153778976178308232006-08-08T18:07:00.000-04:002007-04-14T12:57:38.291-04:00

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, I was only a little bit nauseous for lack of sleep, and there were tomatoes. Oh there were tomatoes...That was how a post I started three weeks ago began. Get yourself to a Farmer's Market and get some heirloom tomatoes. Get them.I'm sorry for the month-long hiatus; it's been a crazy one. I'll do my best to synopsize.RESTAURANTS:Restaurant week:

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1154838838195103462006-08-06T00:00:00.000-04:002007-01-28T11:36:10.355-05:00

Why? BECAUSE I KEEP EATING AT NEW RESTAURANTS. Seriously, can TheGourmetro pay my gym dues? :PANYWAY! This weekend's been a bit of a randomness party, in terms of fooding. Yesterday, Aaron and Debbie (my usual partners in food crime) hit Minerva Indian Cuisine in Fairfax for a pretty delicious dinner. I hear mixed reviews from actual Indians, but I will say that I myself generally enjoy it. It

Anharchyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10768936285526007251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1152624116268525572006-07-11T09:21:00.000-04:002007-01-30T11:33:30.603-05:00

After everything I'd heard about the Great Jones Cafe, the last thing I was expecting when Meg and I walked through the doors last weekend was a Southern-style roadside shack. (I use the word shack lightly; shack-chic might be a bit better as a descriptor.)Both of us ordered from the day's specials: an andouille sausage po boy with sweet 'tato fries for Meg and a plate of cornmeal breaded catfish

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1152276283648174702006-07-07T08:37:00.000-04:002007-01-30T11:34:56.146-05:00

[a little sob]Our little blog got its 1,000th visit the other day.As of this writing we've got 1,013 visits from five continents. Aside from the usual Northeasterners, we have a sizeable following in California. Well, it might not be a 'following' as such, but we can say we get a goodly number of hits from the Golden State.And giving credit where it's due, The Girl Who Ate Everything has had a

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1152274659954842462006-07-07T08:00:00.000-04:002007-04-14T12:55:15.152-04:00

I am so emotionally torn and confused at CHOW's recent news of its departure from print. I was an early reader and supporter (and they are another reason The Gourmetro exists).Should I be upset with advertisers for not believing in them or the 20-somethings the mag was aimed at (I'm sure it could be our fault somehow)? It was such an awesome outlet for people who love to cook but don't have money

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1152148303968544002006-07-06T20:47:00.000-04:002007-04-14T12:56:09.187-04:00

After fighting failure all day (finding a new apartment sucks. Does it ever), I tried to make my way back to the subway from the depths of the Lower East Side (or the East Village, I can never tell where the one and and the other begins - regardless, there weren't really any subways around, so that's why I think it's the Lower East Side). And anyone who knows the LES area knows the profusion of

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1152145867352238262006-07-05T20:07:00.000-04:002007-04-14T12:57:02.620-04:00

I will adapt from Alice B. Toklas, cookbook author."The [frittata] was dead, killed, assassinated, murdered in the first, second, and third degree. Limp, I fell into a chair with my hands still unwashed , reached for a cigarette, lighted it and waited for the police to come."In the last few weeks, I have committed over 4 quarts of otherwise wonderful strawberries to an awful death. When this

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1151092184013567722006-07-02T22:46:00.000-04:002007-04-14T14:01:31.644-04:00

I came into Creme Cafe with high expectations. Creme had been recommended to my roommate and she had been wanting to try it out for awhile, so our little group headed on over there last week. Creme is a Southern, soul food-y place in the U Street area, which as Anharchy previously explained, is quite vibrant and hipster-licious.The five of us - the sixth was running late and joined us a bit later

Joaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507645802810784716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1151609466580883312006-06-29T12:32:00.000-04:002007-04-14T14:06:09.687-04:00

Sooooooooooooo, last Saturday, Aaron, Debbie, and I hit up the National Building Museum to check out the Green Homes Exhibit (because I am ridiculously pro-eco-design = pretty), and in the GlideHouse they'd built in the beginning of the exhibit, there were some beautiful, beautiful things. I mean, seriously, can you have food porn without cookware/kitchenporn? I think not. After all, that's why

Anharchyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10768936285526007251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1150986445964575432006-06-22T10:07:00.000-04:002007-04-14T14:09:59.436-04:00

I am no stranger to offensive cheese. Sometimes I welcome it, but this 14 oz. wheel of Coulommiers definitely took me by surprise. It was, and may still be, on sale at Fairway for $6.99, and was within my budget so I thought I'd give it a shot.Coulommiers is from Brie. On first sight, I got the idea that this cheese would not be quite as mild as I'm used to--instead of the usual mostly-white Brie

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1150809939845838912006-06-20T08:44:00.000-04:002007-04-14T14:07:21.185-04:00

This has a weird story behind it, so I may as well get it out of the way.There's a subway performer that I talk to in the 14th Street traverse - that hot, awful, uphill, block-long tunnel from 6th to 7th Avenues. Richard plays the flugelhorn, which is basically a mellower-sounding trumpet, and he started talking to me one time when I stopped to listen to him (while that traverse might not be good

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1149795578269447952006-06-14T15:27:00.000-04:002007-04-14T14:07:58.387-04:00

What, praytell, is a quince?The question has plagued me for ages. Or maybe just whenever I go into the fancy produce section of Whole Foods. The quince is a foodstuff, like jicama, that I really want to incorporate into my cooking somehow, but am sort of freaked out how to go about doing so (and if anyone has any jicama recipe suggestions, let me know).But the latest reason the quince question

Joaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507645802810784716noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1150174059866565532006-06-13T00:37:00.000-04:002007-04-14T14:11:06.029-04:00

Doughnuts are one of my other obsessions, and I'd been dying to try out the Doughnut Plant for months now. With all the mild spring (?) weather we've been having Marc and I decided it was time to give it a shot.The Lower East Side still fascinates me. It's so small but takes so long to get to where you want to be. The Doughnut Plant neighborhood reminded me a lot of Brooklyn in its dirtiness (but

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1149695547577581832006-06-07T11:51:00.000-04:002007-04-14T14:14:21.090-04:00

Burgers and cupcakes.Cupcakes and burgers.I occasionally try to think about how obsessed I've gotten with those two foods since I moved here last fall. In a city with thousands of restaurants and hundreds of cuisines and styles, I keep gravitating back to these embarrassingly basic items. What it comes down to, I think, is that I'd had my share of both before I came here and that makes it easier

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1149540899226957892006-06-05T16:07:00.000-04:002007-04-14T14:15:19.922-04:00

I'd been reading about Pala's pizza since it opened up this past winter. After some mixed reviews (Eater said Pala is "the newest best thing to happen to NY pizza" and The Girl Who Ate Everything gave it an enthusiastic review). So, needless to say I was excited about eating there.My dad and stepmother came into the city to belatedly celebrate my birthday and after walking around for 7 or 8 hours

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1149274702317902822006-06-02T14:51:00.000-04:002006-06-02T15:02:02.480-04:00

I don't want people to think we're being stingy about putting other food blogs on our Links. We call it being selective. Today we added one, Augieland, which totally rocks (in terms of voice, photography, selection, etc.). Go and read it. All the time. Authenticity in all things is what we're looking for, too.

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1149204478155468772006-06-01T18:11:00.000-04:002006-06-01T23:09:02.953-04:00

Before we start, I'll admit that I've been sucking at my $5/day diet. Completely sucking. Great food has been gotten and made, but for much, much more money than I have. These recipes represent my attempts to get back into the austerity diet I so desperately need to follow.First, an easy one. A month or so, when Meg and I ate at Al Dente, she ate a absolutely delightful dish involving a spicily

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1147364545895007682006-05-29T11:35:00.000-04:002006-05-29T23:41:11.840-04:00

From the $30 foie-gras-and-shortribs-stuffed hamburger at the DB Bistro Moderne at lunch to a Bauernwurst at Hallo Berlin, you could say I had an interesting gastronomic day [May 4th - I started writing this post a while ago ... better late than not at all, I guess].My editor decided to take me out to the Daniel Boulud's Bistro Moderne for lunch to thank me for my three months of service, and

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1147928254663305652006-05-18T00:48:00.000-04:002006-05-18T01:00:16.466-04:00

I've been remiss in posting. I apologize. However, since the quality of my recent fooding has not been so high (unless you count the holiness known as Popeye's Chicken), I offer you this in lieu of bloggerly succor:Todd Kliman, formerly of the City Paper, is now the Dining Editor at the Washingtonian. Might I also recommend his excellent food writing and very fun "chog"? Yes, I might. SO GO READ

Anharchyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10768936285526007251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1146582954177460882006-05-05T11:06:00.000-04:002006-05-05T11:25:51.390-04:00

First of all, due to its out of the way location, cozy mood-lit atmosphere, and potential for food sharing, we determined that Sushi-Ko is the perfect date restaurant. Provided you like sushi. And if you don't, none of my friends want to date you anyway.Sushi-Ko is, from the outside, a hole in the wall. It basically looks like a shack, and when you first see it from the outside, you think, "hmm..

Joaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507645802810784716noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1146586235761172912006-05-02T11:41:00.000-04:002006-05-02T12:10:48.876-04:00

Sunday evening I hit up La Tasca on the border of D.C.'s Chinatown, outside the Gallery Place stop with a few friends. It wasn't terribly pricy - for four people, nine tapas, a pitcher of sangria, and two desserts, it worked out to about $84 total (including tip). We chose dishes ranging from Calamares a la Andaluz (served with an excellent garlic aioli) to the Tortilla Espanola (no tilde - too

Anharchyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10768936285526007251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1146542430292263462006-05-01T23:56:00.000-04:002006-05-02T00:09:45.356-04:00

After lounging in the sun all day Saturday, we decided to go for a pasterylicious breakfast late Sunday morning. The cupcake craving I'd had the evening before hadn't abated, but I regular old breakfast pastries would do.We'd tentatively decided on the Hungarian Pastry Shop, on Amsterdam near 112th street, but on the way we passed one of my flatmate's favorites: the Silver Moon Bakery. The line

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Sometimes blogger just sucks. You could have had a new post today, but it just wouldn't work. Perhaps it's IBS (irritable blog syndrome).

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Two days ago I decided to take the Itty Bitty Kitchen Handbook ($12.95, Broadway Books) for a spin. The aptly small book by Justin Spring gives advice on small-kitchen management as well as recipes engineered to squeak every last ounce of potential out of your amazingly small kitchen. It's full of useful lists (pots and pans to have, necessary spices, etc.) and occasionally points out the obvious

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The Diner's Deck saved us $32 last night (before tip). Pretty sweet indeed, if you ask me.Meg and I went down to the lower east side to take advantage of the free round of cocktails the Diner's Deck was offering in conjunction with their usual $10 discount at Barmarche (or their useful website). We followed our dinner with awesome rice pudding (to alleviate any confusion).If you're turned-off by

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Before our saturday night fondu-fest, about the 11th hour, figuratively speaking, an intense desire to prepare fish came over me. I know that it completely destroys my $5/day diet, but sometimes I've got to satisfy the urge. Some picture of a cod dish with sliced lemons was stuck in my head but I couldn't figure out where it came from.After a quick search of my April Gourmet, I found mahimahi

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After much research, I have determined that when one is a cheesemonger, the action she performs is monging. And this weekend, I monged...I monged real good.Because my day job is, how you say, less than satisfying, I decided to find some weekend food work to add to the excitement. Through the magic of craigslist, I discovered the Cheesetique - a cute little independent business in Alexandria. It's

Joaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10507645802810784716noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1145649979497337502006-04-21T15:45:00.000-04:002006-04-21T16:06:19.520-04:00

After weeks of deliberation and careful planning (read: procrastinating), I've finally made some egg salad. Let me tell you, it was a relief to finally make a Gourmet recipe from epicurious. I get ribbed a lot at work for my recipe choices, but whatever.Anyway, the Tarragon Shallot Egg Salad salad came out very well. I followed the recipe exactly and can only add a more-exact number on the

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1145579570551961112006-04-20T19:52:00.000-04:002006-04-20T22:52:04.700-04:00

"Where do you want to eat""It doesn't matter so long as it's outside. Let's just walk [until we find a place]"amen to that.Our cabin fever was taken out back and shot last night when Meg and I ate al fresco at Al Dente, a moderately priced 80th st. Italian spot. It had what we were looking for: outdoor seating, open seats, and decent prices.Because Meg lost her wallet at lunch, we ended up eating

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1145467443149644992006-04-19T13:15:00.000-04:002006-04-19T13:24:03.163-04:00

Just wanted to drop in for a second and say that I tried the recipe linked in my last post for Salty Oat cookies, here and they were pretty freakin' good. Could use more salt, and I recall the Teaism cookies being more dense, but still, very tasty. Give it a whirl.Secondly, I was at Tuscarora Mill Restaurant in Leesburg yesterday for a work function, and it was really, really tasty. I mean, okay

Anharchyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10768936285526007251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1145457035798826802006-04-19T10:16:00.000-04:002006-04-19T16:58:48.920-04:00

I've been in somewhat of an eating slump the past few weeks. When Meghan isn't cooking for me, I've been eating my way through my nonperishables. Lots of pasta. Anyway, eating became much more of a chore than it's ever been. Eating and shopping for food were tiresome. I'm glad that's over.Last night, I left work at five and sallied forth into the Lower East Side to negotiate the vending of some

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is reserved for people who eat smelly foods in enclosed spaces.I mean really, could you please save your prepackaged tuna salad until after you leave the subway? Tuna, on occasion, may taste great but the experience is quite different for people around you.In short, my subway ride home from lunch was mostly nauseating because of the gross bald guy sitting across from me eating his tuna.Don't do

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1144803734064764932006-04-11T20:33:00.000-04:002006-04-11T21:02:14.173-04:00

I wonder if this is a shameless plug post. Regardless ...The Gourmet Garage is right around the corner from me and I love their monthly sales. It is, for the uninitiated, an upscale, mostly expensive supermarket. It's the sort of place I go into to ogle, not necessarily buy, the food (unless it's part of the aforementioned monthly sale).This month they've got Stonyfield Farm yogurt on sale for $

skiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311772822943579281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1144699620344990582006-04-10T15:19:00.000-04:002006-04-14T13:00:58.416-04:00

Cheese and I have a glorious and erratic relationship. I love it in all its forms...squishy, stinky, pre-processed, aged 10 years, shredded, grated, melted, mixed with garlic and herbs...However, it unfortunately doesn't always return my adoration. Y'know. Lactose intolerance and all that. (Damn my Asian-ness and its genetic shortcomings in the area of spoilt milk products!)Regardless, I had a

Anharchyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10768936285526007251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23169865.post-1144382689243819092006-04-06T23:17:00.000-04:002006-04-07T00:05:31.720-04:00

"Surprisingly delicious ... a tasty and filling meal," said the Gothamist (my favorite NYC news blog) of Mandler's Original Sausage Co. (or here for Menupages)Meg and I agree.We found Mandler's, off Union Square on 17th St., on the way to a swing dance last night and thoroughly enjoyed it. Tall ceilings, extensive menu, and breakfast all day are sometimes enough to get me smitten. Oh, right, and

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