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On Wednesday night, our beloved teacher Janet had us over for our end-of-the-semester party. As you may remember form the raspberry tart post, on Monday night our teacher Carol had us over for a very similar party. I was under the gun to make yet ANOTHER fabulous dessert—a final confectionary statement to leave my class…
I’ve heard from many a kind-hearted reader that they’d like me to add a search feature to my site. I went to Google and attempted to add a site-specific engine but my site isn’t in the Google index. So I just registered to be in the Google index, but that could take a while. In…
Of course I couldn’t resist musicalizing today’s Frank Bruni article on bathrooms in New York City restaurants. Please read it here first so you can be privy to all my article-referencing humor. My apologies to Ellen Green… Click here to listen to “Somewhere To Pee.”
Dear Yesterday Me, I know you’re really stressed about that tart crust, but I want you to see how pretty it turned out anyway! Isn’t it stunning? And you thought you were a failure! Ok, well you were a failure in some ways. Don’t get me wrong: it looks beautiful. People at the party will…
This place opened four blocks below me, down on 22nd street and 6th avenue: (Don’t you love the graphic design?) It opened a few weeks ago and now I’ve been there twice. I really like it. They serve piadana which is a flatbread that’s stuffed with a variety of options. I chose the Daniele and…
Break out the violin, here comes another sad story of Adam failing in the kitchen. It’s happened before—the last time I made a tart, in fact. But when I follow that link and look at those pictures, my trouble then is NOTHING compared to my trouble now. Oh woe is me! You see, tomorrow night…
I don’t have a book in front of me to confirm this, but I believe either Jim Leff or Robert Sietsema includes Havana-Chelsea in their picks of New York’s best ethnic food. If I’m wrong, then let’s pretend I have my own book of New York’s best ethnic food. Filed under “Best Cuban Sandwiches” check…
I admire Momofuku for its food, yes, but also for its sense of humor. Look at what was on the door Thursday night when we went there after class: [For those whose vision precludes them from viewing pictures, it says: “Momofuku’s Overrated and Overpriced!” – Starchefs.com intern.] I like that this is on their door.…
Let’s play a game. If you can be the first person to correctly identify this soup—both what kind of soup it is and where in New York it comes from—I will buy you a bowl of it. No, silly, I won’t eat it with you—I never mingle with the masses. Instead I will send you…
Some bloggers suffer from lack of inspiration. I actually suffer from the opposite: too many ideas. Sometimes I have to stop myself if I feel like what I’m writing is going to rowl people up in the wrong way. What follows are things I started and then stopped for fear of upsetting you fine people.…