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Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow my starter is ready. Only problem? The King Arthur Breadmaking equipment has yet to arrive. I have one basket, but I need two. And I need wheat germ. And a baker’s peel.So tomorrow morning, when I had originally planned to start the bread making, I have two options:1) Postpone the…

Fine dining usually requires the following:1) Money;2) Companionship;3) An occassion for which to spend (1) and invite (2).Tonight’s (3) was celebrating my excting non-food related news from earlier in the week. Tonight’s (2) was, of course, Lauren. And tonight’s (1) was generously donated–without their knoweldge, really–by mom and dad. I mean, I’m sure they’d approve:…

For those who remember my You Will Make My Tomato Sauce entry, I concluded by saying: “Nothing would make me happier than to hear that a non-cook among you is going to try my pasta sauce recipe. As a reward, I will mention your pasta-sauce-making attempt on the mainpage and laud you and revere you…

In case I have yet to make this declaration on the site, it is time you are informed of my all-time, hands-down, no-doubt-about-it favorite author: Vladimir Nabokov. I know of no other author in the English language whose sentences zip and sting and gurgle like Nabokov’s do. He is the most electric author I have…

Trey Givens sent out the Amateur Gourmet Batsignal on his weblog, and of course I had to respond. The issue? Fried Candy Bars. My friends Alex, Travis and JC reported back to me on the fried candy bar phenomenon when they studied overseas at St. Andrews. Apparently, the British invented this concoction to please tourist…

I really like Amanda Hesser and her reviews in The New York Times. Apparently many people don’t. Check out this article.

Tonight I played Sommelier for Josh and Katy, who came over to watch my DVD of “Spellbound.” (Not the fantastic Hitchcock movie, but the fantastic documentary about the National Spelling Bee. I love it!)Josh and Katy sat on the couch with Lauren.”Do you have anything to drink?” asked Katy.”Oh, I’m fine,” I said.”I mean, for…

Since I’ll be leaving Atlanta soon, I think it’s important that I leave behind a legacy of places to eat. Think of the millions of followers who will one day visit the city of my origin–like Avon historians visiting Stratford–without a guide as to where to go, what to do, where to chow down. I…

Look at this pretty bird I saw in a tree today:Its flavor was mild with a tangy undertaste. There was a whiff of blueberry. And the beak offered a delightful crunch. All in all, a hardy complement to my orange scone with personality.

My Nutrition Report Card today would not make my parents–or my nutritionist–very happy. There were carbs, there were fats, there were caffeinated beverages. And in the afternoon, when I was feeling hungered at the 4 o’clock hour, I decided to do what the British do and give myself a tea time. I went to Caribou…