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What’s that whisper in the wind? Voices are calling, they’re singing out: “A new day is here…a new dawn for The Amateur Gourmet.” What will this new day entail? What’s going to happen to the site? When’s it going to happen? Will it be today? Tomorrow? It may not be until the middle of next…
1. Does anyone have the recent Gourmet Magazine with Jane & Michael Stern’s road trip tips for Maine? If you do, can you put the places they mention in that article in the comments here? Thanks! 2. If anyone has any tips for where to eat in Maine (in particular, near Kennebunkport) let me know!
The other night at Chip Shop in Park Slope with Kirk, James and Diana we’d stuffed ourselves silly with fried fish, fried potatoes, and fried beer (ok, the beer wasn’t fried). Then Kirk tried to kill us. “Who wants to share deep fried Twix bars? They’re awesome.” In all my years of adventurous eating, I’d…
Occasionally, I answer reader mail on the blog. Today I received the following message: Dear Adam, My friend and I are from D.C. and are heading off for college in the fall. We’re both avid readers of your site and really into food/cooking. We’re coming up to NYC for 2 days at the beginning of…
Last night I wrote a big essay about objectivity, subjectivity and food and then–perhaps ironically–Safari ate it. Maybe, though, that’s for the best. It was a bit long-winded. The truth is that I’d rather have a discussion with you, my readers, than rant and rave like a loon. The prompt for the essay was a…
Remember when Olivia Newton John goes all bad in “Grease” and John Travolta’s got chills and they’re multiplying? You may feel the same way when you check out the new design of Serious Eats.
There is a giant chicken in my brain. Every time I try to tell you about David Kamp’s wonderful book “The United States of Arugula” the chicken appears and squawks out “bok bok bok.” I want to tell you about Kamp’s masterful storytelling skills, the way he treats America’s food icons like beloved superheroes, revealing…
The man didn’t know what he was doing. I was at a Brooklyn coffee shop whose name is synonymous with donkey and I ordered an iced latte. The man (I’d call him a barista, but he clearly wasn’t) took a glass and filled it with ice. And then–this was the crucial error–he pulled two watery…
Today I had sushi for lunch and it was the best possible thing I could imagine eating on such a hot day. What’s your favorite meal to have when it’s hot out? (Note: ice cream doesn’t count.)