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Adam Roberts

  • Let’s Facebook

    Hey, in case you’re missing my more frequent updates, I have an idea for you: follow me on my Facebook Fan Page. I recently linked it to my Instagram, so you can see (for example) the risotto cakes I made for last night’s dinner and the breakfast I had this morning of sourdough bread with…

  • Do Cooking Shows Make You Fat?

    Check out this fancy article that I wrote for Quartz and see if you agree.

  • Wham-Bam Cauliflower Gratin

    Wham-Bam Cauliflower Gratin

    Nothing sets me off like sanctimoniousness; that holier-than-thou, self-righteous, sermon-on-the-mount style of food writing. Often the sentiments are well-intentioned but everything is done so humorlessly, it’s hard for the average person to connect. And so it goes with vegetables. The general take, these days, seems to be that we should eat less dead bodies and…

  • Chicken Under A Brick (Or A Cast Iron Skillet)

    Chicken Under A Brick (Or A Cast Iron Skillet)

    Scared you, didn’t I? Well I didn’t mean to. It’s funny how many people read my last post and assumed I was ending my blog. That’s not what I said! I just said that my blog was no longer my primary source of income; in many ways, it’s a liberating state of affairs. It means…

  • Craig’s Birthday Dinner at Mori Sushi

    Craig’s Birthday Dinner at Mori Sushi

    It’s a bit of a struggle for me to spend a fortune on sushi. Don’t get me wrong; I really like sushi, but I’m perfectly happy eating the $12 sushi sampler at Jinpachi for lunch in West Hollywood. Craig, on the other hand, is a major sushi enthusiast. He loves the stuff and, if given…

  • Lamb Meatballs on Ottolenghi’s Hummus with Pomegranate Molasses

    Lamb Meatballs on Ottolenghi’s Hummus with Pomegranate Molasses

    Laurie Anderson has a song–more of a performance piece–called “Only An Expert Can Deal with a Problem.” It’s a dark, satirical look at the way Americans defer so willingly to experts; whether it’s the talking heads on Fox News, hyper-judgmental celebrities on Fashion Police, or mental health gurus like Dr. Phil. And nowhere is this…

  • Kale Pesto Pitza

    Kale Pesto Pitza

    When I went to college at Emory 3,000 years ago, there used to be a spot in Emory Village called Cedar Tree that sold “pitzas.” It was basically a piece of toasted pita bread topped with pizza-like toppings and the surprising thing was that it was really, really good. A dinner at Cedar Tree was…

  • Eating New York in Sub-Zero Weather (Estela, Prune, Del Posto & Russ & Daughters Cafe)

    Eating New York in Sub-Zero Weather (Estela, Prune, Del Posto & Russ & Daughters Cafe)

    Here’s how cold it was in New York: on our last morning there, I left a pair of gloves behind for the person I borrowed them from and rode the elevator down to the street with Craig to catch a cab to the airport. Craig had gone to the trouble to get me a cappuccino…

  • My Thanksgiving Plate 2014

    My Thanksgiving Plate 2014

    Maybe this is a weird thing to be proud of, but I didn’t write any lead-up to Thanksgiving post this year and it felt really nice. So much of the writing about Thanksgiving is unnecessary: seriously, anything you need to know about turkey or cranberry sauce or stuffing has already been written. The fact that…

  • Growing Up Rent

    In case you’ve missed my voice this week over here on the blog, check out this not-food-related-memoir piece I wrote for Medium called “Will I Lose My Dignity? Growing Up Rent.” And prepare to have that song stuck in your head for the rest of the day.