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I love Bleecker Street nights. Let me explain. When a friend, loved one or acquaintance asks me: “Where should we go for I dinner?” I frequently reply: “Let’s just go down to Bleecker street and find something.” I say that because there are SO many options on Bleecker Street and in that area. I’m talking,…
&uotMy pantry, on a surface level, would appear well stocked. There’s pasta, there’s rice, there’s beans, there’s flour, there’s sugar, there’s oil, there’s baking soda. You can look in my pantry and think to yourself: “My! Imagine all the glorious things he can make with this!” But when put to the test, my pantry failed…
Alex Ross (one of my favorite New Yorker writers) always posts pictures of his cats on his blog. So a few days ago I rather timidly sent him a link to my Lolita video and today, to my surprise, he linked to it! (He also linked to my Bright Food Shop review which is one…
Life is busy busy busy right now. Busy busy! It’s the last week before Spring Break, so lots of work due, and my brother’s coming tomorrow, mom and dad to follow Thursday, so there was cleaning to do too. Working, cleaning–there’s no time to blog! But…my…readers…need…me… So here we are. 2:21 AM. Let’s see how…
I’ve been keeping an eye on my hits and statistics lately because we’ve been creeping towards a million hits. And then this morning it happened: Total number of hits: 1,000,085. That’s after 14 months of blogging–not so bad! Makes us feel like a fat cat for the day: Here’s to several million more!
Look at these dramatic muffins: Do you get it? I made drama masks with them. Happy face, sad face. You people are so uncultured, it sickens me. I’ve been craving chocolate chip muffins lately. I don’t know why. Maybe I’m pregnant? No, if I was pregnant I’d want chocolate chip muffins and pickles. There’s just…
Earlier this year I cheated you, my beloved audience. I ate at Momofuku and I didn’t tell you about it. It just sort of happened. I didn’t have my camera with me. It was late at night; I was drunk. I’M SORRY, WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO FORGIVE ME? YOU CAN’T BE ANGRY AT ME…
I overheard a girl on her cellphone today walking down the street. She asked her conversation partner: “What kind of food do you feel like?” I thought it would be funny if we took this question literally. So readers, tell us: what kind of food do YOU feel like? [Edited to say: Sorry if this…
First, an apology for this picture: it’s blurry. I’m not sure why it’s blurry, must have been in the wrong mode, or not enough light, or whatever it is that makes a picture blurry. Forgive me. (If you click it, it gets bigger but even blurrier. That’s a choice you’ll have to make on your…
First the review. Then: the first two paragraphs needlessly set to music. Here they are so you can follow along. Confessions of a Reformed Sushi Eater By FRANK BRUNI Published: March 2, 2005 I am ashamed of my past. Horrified by it, really. I need to glance back only a little more than a decade…