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“You should do something on your site for Thanksgiving,” suggested my mom yesterday in the afternoon. If only she knew the grand plan I’d been hatching over the past couple weeks. I was to invite hordes and hordes of friends over on Sunday to revel in the splendor of my autumnally decorated apartment; to clink…
Rufus Wainwright has a song that’s featured in “Big Daddy” called “Instant Pleasure.” The lyrics start: “I don’t want somebody to love me / Just give me sex whenever I want it / ‘Cause all I ask for is instant pleasure / Instant pleasure, instant pleasure.” This song came into my mind recently when talking…

Like most people did this Sunday morning, I woke up at 9:30 and made my way down to NYU to watch a screening of My Neighbor Totoro with my Animation class. [Ok, get it, that was a joke—cause most people didn’t do that this morning. (And by the way, the movie’s really great, if you…
The Gourmet Cupid has received 36 e-mails since its inception last week, with people from all over the world participating. We’ve got a guapo graphic designer in Spain and a bonita Art Student in Brazil. We also span generations with a 63-year old female “senior citizen foodie” in Oregon and a 19-year old gay history…

I scan recipes in magazines the same way I scan menus at restaurants: I’m looking for something bizarre, something new, something I’ve never before experienced. Sometimes the results are icky (see squash-sausage soup below), and sometimes they’re delightful. Case in point: pumpkin molasses ginger muffins. What might pumpkin, crystallized ginger and molasses taste like in…
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Usually I put the name of the dish I’m writing about in the title of the post, but if I were to do that here you’d probably say: “Ummm, Adam, it’s Butternut Squash and Italian Sausage Soup. That’s gross. Of course it’s nasty.” And, inevitably, if I linked to it you’d discover its source: Emeril…
This is an idea I’ve had for a while: I was saving it for Valentine’s Day, but the holiday season seems just as appropriate. What is it you ask? Well you may not know this, but pinned to my shoulders are tiny wings: I am your Gourmet Cupid, here to make all your romantic dreams…

When it comes to whipping up something fast for breakfast, I very rarely have the impulse to make pancakes. Eggs are as extravagant as I get: I drop a clump of butter in the skillet, crack the eggs on the counter and three minutes later I’m in gooey eggy heaven. Yes eggs or maybe oatmeal.…