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Momofuku: This Ain’t Your Momo’s Fuku
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…
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“What kind of food do you feel like?”
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…
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(Blurry) Truffled Egg Toast at ‘ino
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…
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The First Two Paragraphs of Today’s Bruni Review Needlessly Set To Music
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…
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Cooking for Tennessee, Feeding Ed Instead
What a day! What a story I have to tell you! And how difficult to tell it since my spacebar is broken! (Don’t worry, I’m working extra hard to put the spaces in for you—the story’s that good.) One of the classes I take in my second semester of Tisch’s MFA program is Modern Drama.…
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Three Possible Titles: (1) Sunday Night Chicken; (2) Cooking For The Week Ahead; (3) Roast Chicken with Million Dollar Gravy and Arborio Rice Salad
Titling these posts takes effort. So you can pick which one you like the best. All three are appropriate. (Especially the last one–it makes a topical Oscar reference. I’m glad Million Dollar Gravy swept the oscars!) Cooking a Sunday night dinner is a good idea. Many cultures build rituals around it. Like Italians. They have…
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Bundty and the Bundtlettes: Mini Spice Bundt Cakes
So one of my big surprise happy happy birthday gifts this year was a mini-bundt pan featuring six “bundtlettes” given to me by Lisa and Annette with much love and affection. Saturday night, Lisa came over and we got bundty with it. This is our story. But should we start with the final image? Sometimes…
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Chowing in Chelsea: Lunch at Rickshaw, Dinner at elmo
I live in Chelsea. For those not from New York, Chelsea is the belly button of Manhattan. Ok, that’s not true. It’s a little lower—just so much lower, in fact, that to tell you where it is in an anatomical sense would be crass. Let’s just say that Chelsea is in the lower region of…
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Two Missed Gifts in My Gift Round-Up
When rounding up my food-related birthday gifts, I forgot to include two fine gifts given to me by two fine people. So Johnny K (or Just John), thank you for “Eat Your Way to Happiness.” This book is very cute. The premise is that you really can “eat your way to happiness!” I plan to…
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Traumatizing Eggsperience
I must tell you this story about brunch the other day. Near where I go to school is a diner. We go to this diner often. Many of us are sick of it, but we still go there because it’s convenient and they have many many things on the menu that we can eat. That’s…
