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Break out the violin, here comes another sad story of Adam failing in the kitchen. It’s happened before—the last time I made a tart, in fact. But when I follow that link and look at those pictures, my trouble then is NOTHING compared to my trouble now. Oh woe is me! You see, tomorrow night…
I don’t have a book in front of me to confirm this, but I believe either Jim Leff or Robert Sietsema includes Havana-Chelsea in their picks of New York’s best ethnic food. If I’m wrong, then let’s pretend I have my own book of New York’s best ethnic food. Filed under “Best Cuban Sandwiches” check…
I admire Momofuku for its food, yes, but also for its sense of humor. Look at what was on the door Thursday night when we went there after class: [For those whose vision precludes them from viewing pictures, it says: “Momofuku’s Overrated and Overpriced!” – Starchefs.com intern.] I like that this is on their door.…
Let’s play a game. If you can be the first person to correctly identify this soup—both what kind of soup it is and where in New York it comes from—I will buy you a bowl of it. No, silly, I won’t eat it with you—I never mingle with the masses. Instead I will send you…
Some bloggers suffer from lack of inspiration. I actually suffer from the opposite: too many ideas. Sometimes I have to stop myself if I feel like what I’m writing is going to rowl people up in the wrong way. What follows are things I started and then stopped for fear of upsetting you fine people.…
How many Jews we got up in this piece? And by “up in this piece” I mean “reading this blog”? Are you baffled by the idea of a seder? Am I about to blow your mind right now with news of an ancient Jewish ritual, commemorating our flight from Egypt into the desert? Are you…
As you will soon read, tonight I sedered at Billy and Kate’s. The rule was: everyone brings something! (This is known in Judaism as “potluck.”) So I scratched my head and did some investigation (what were other people bringing) and settled upon mock chopped liver and Nigella Lawson’s Passover spinach. I can’t type “mock chopped…
I am a bad Jew. Or, at least, a stupid Jew. Maybe just a non-observant one. Anyway, Friday night I started to crave chocolate chip cookies. I searched in my archives and found a comment someone posted linking to the Doubletree Hotel’s recipe for chocolate chip cookies. Here’s the link! I was intrigued because the…
&tBefore moving to New York my idea of a pre-theater meal was a giant feast with my family at Carmine’s, Ollie’s, or Virgil’s (all owned by the same people, maybe?) Italian, Chinese or Ribs: that’s the sort of stuff you need to nourish you through the fifth reprise of “Do You Hear The People Sing?”…
If I were to move to France, study under Alain Ducasse for a year, then intern for Thomas Keller in California, getting my master chef certification the next year, I would still suck at making caramel corn. It is the bane of my existence. When it comes to caramel corn, I am cursed. So why…