This, in a nutshell, is why you should not go grocery shopping when you’re hungry. It’s both uniquely inspiring and incredibly frustrating. Mom fell victim to Whole Foods’ prepared food section, so we had beets, sesame-crusted seared tuna, fancy fish sticks (which were gross), broccoli crunch (I hate to love it), succotash, and more. Then [...]
Archive for August, 2009
disarray
Posted in Uncategorized on August 31, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
the first of many things i’ll miss about NOLA.
Posted in New Orleans, citrus, dessert, snowball on August 28, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Hansen’s Sno-Bliz. Everywhere else in the world, a snowball is a roughly assembled weapon made out of the crunchy precipitation that infests the sidewalks. Everywhere else in the world, you don’t devour snowballs but rather hurl them in assault. They will never understand. Not when you drag them to the tattered screen door of Hansen’s [...]
Food Porn Friday
Posted in Food Porn Friday, plum on August 28, 2009 | 1 Comment »
This plum galette, eaten this week by the ladies at Lunch Studio, is so dark and juicy and messy and vivid, it feels like a scene could’ve been devoted to it in Quentin Tarantino’s gory new jewel, Inglourious Basterds. I want to sink my teeth into one of these luscious purple plums, to let the [...]
paris trip, day 6: liquid fudge and adorable homeliness in a gilded tearoom
Posted in Paris, chestnut, chocolate, dessert on August 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Chocolate fanatics and francophiles know what I’m talking about. I encountered Angélina, an ostentatious bauble of a tea salon on the rue de Rivoli, the first time I was in Paris. I was only there for three days (oh, woe is me; I was meeting my family there after I finished two weeks of biking [...]
Happy birthday, Passionfruit Butter!
Posted in passionfruit butter on August 26, 2009 | 6 Comments »
Hard to believe that it’s been a whole year since I started this site. What does this mean? Well… 1. I’ve stuck to the same career path for a full year. 13 months ago, for instance, I wante to be an anthropological diplomat. A little bit before that, I wanted to be a philosophy professor. [...]
