Adam Roberts

I just ate a peanut butter cookie: I had a cup of water ready and was prepared for the worst. But this time it actually tasted good. Maybe it needed a few days to find its inner chi. Whatever it found, I enjoyed this cookie today. My friend Alex is coming to visit tonight, and…

Let’s start with the ending. The ending looks like this: This is Nancy Silverton’s “Not Nutter Butter.” It is supposed to resemble a Nutter Butter but taste better. As you can see, it looks nothing like a Nutter Butter. And as for taste, I think Liz said it best when she said: “I think I’m…

Here is a story. Lisa, long ago, told me a tale of her mother and her going to lunch near her office. Her mother wanted to go somewhere with a waiter, so they stumbled into an Asian restaurant that served an $18 salad. “An $18 salad!” declared Lisa. “That is outrageous!” But her mother persisted.…

I went on a date the other night (yes, a date–woohoo!) and we went to Diner 22 (I think that’s what it’s called—I’m trying to google it, but nothing’s coming up. Maybe it wasn’t called that. I think it’s owned by Jean-Georges and I know it’s on 8th Ave.) Anyway, this place has diner food…

Andrea wants to know. She wants to give your Secret Santa book provider person a little nudge. So come here and vent: did you expect a book and not get one? Hmmm. (I haven’t heard yet from my secret santa person as to whether or not she got the books (YES I SENT MORE THAN…

Last week–or was it two weeks ago–on the Thursday after classes ended (the 16th) I met Kirk and James in Brooklyn to eat dinner before we got sloshy at Colin’s bar, Floyd. (Sorry for all this name dropping—but it’s ok to drop names when no one knows who you’re talking about.) So Kirk recommended we…

My fellow food blog readers, ask not what the food blog community can do for you, ask how you can vote for me. How can you vote for me? Go to Accidental Hedonist and run through the votes in the upper right hand corner. I’m up for Best Food Blog–Humor and Best Overall Blog. Thanks…

Last week I had to have a meeting with one of my drama teachers before the semester ended. He gave me an evaluation–told me how I was doing as a student and as a person in the program. As I left, he said: “Enjoy your vacation–have your mom cook you a home cooked meal.” “Ha,”…