Tag Archives: Food
No One Wants to Come Over for Dinner
“How to Cook Everything.” The title on the spine of the book tells me it knows such secrets. Everything? That seems rather daunting but I suppose it is possible. You give me the basics and I should be able to … Continue reading
Sofas, Beets and Belief: Choose Wisley
I helped move a sofa into a basement today with small doors and annoying landings. I was positive the sofa was going to be stuck on the landing forever, or until I broke the legs off. We had to back … Continue reading
Musings on Broth, Kefir and Coffee
So, it’s come to this, Morning Ritual. No yellow eyed eggs staring at Me with unconditional love, no skillet of Siren singing bacon calling to my waking Spirit, no butter smeared toast stretching Out to tickle my slumbering desire. Too … Continue reading
Of Utensils and Rules
Have you ever noticed just how many utensils there are in the world? Hundreds of billions of forks and spoons and table knives. I have enough utensils for five families. People just kept giving it to me. I certainly don’t … Continue reading
Sandwich Difficulty of Nine
Is there a correlation between difficulty to eat and gastro-enjoyment? I was confronted with question last night when I ordered a sandwich at Mort’s Deli. It was called the Toots. The complexity of the sandwich was apparent from the … Continue reading
In Search of Gritty Cuisine
Coal-fired oven. For me this notion conjures up visions of industrial era London caked in soot. And the Black Sheep, pizza shop that uses coal-fired ovens, had that promise of olden days written all over it. When we got the … Continue reading
Size Matters When I Close My Eyes
Just close your eyes. Trust me. You see, I’ve recently started a new routine of closing my eyes when I eat. Not through the whole meal but once I’ve gotten the victuals to my mouth. I close my eyes and try … Continue reading
Fortress of Dissolitude 