Recipes and food adventures with Adam Roberts
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Paris, Day Four: The Ins and Outs of Being a Tourist (Fauchon, Chez Flottes, Pierre Herme, Le Trois Freres)
I am a bad Parisian food blogger. Today’s Wednesday, Day 7, and I have to backtrack now to Day 4. But this is a good thing, I think. It means I’ve been so busy enjoying this beautiful city I fell behind. Or it means I’ve been kidnapped and replaced by a young Parisian upstart whose…
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![Paris, Day Three: Simply The Best [Petit Dejeuner, Poilâne, Barthelemy, Laduree, Chez Omar]](https://amateurgourmet.com/wp-content/uploads/2005/12/paris3.webp)
Paris, Day Three: Simply The Best [Petit Dejeuner, Poilâne, Barthelemy, Laduree, Chez Omar]
Saturday was the Day of Food. A video camera is my greatest tool for coercing innocent friends (John) and brothers of friends (Chris) into binge eating their way across a city. In this case the city was Paris. A list was made of all the most important places we needed to hit in our film—the…
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![Paris, Day Two: John Arrives [Lunch at Le Petit Plateau, Le Loup Blanc]](https://amateurgourmet.com/wp-content/uploads/2005/12/parisday2.webp)
Paris, Day Two: John Arrives [Lunch at Le Petit Plateau, Le Loup Blanc]
On Friday morning, John would arrive the same time I did on Thursday (he took the same flight). Because I napped for six hours Thursday afternoon, I woke up at the crack of dawn on Friday (around 6:30 am) and decided to go exploring before John got there after 10 (the flight landed at 7:30…
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![Paris, Day One (Part Two): The Eating Begins [Charles Traiteur, Boulangepicier, Le Clou]](https://amateurgourmet.com/wp-content/uploads/2005/12/exterior.webp)
Paris, Day One (Part Two): The Eating Begins [Charles Traiteur, Boulangepicier, Le Clou]
Here I was, eager to share with you every moment of every experience I’ve experienced thus far on my Paris adventure and then Typepad goes nuts and won’t let me post for two days. Ah well: now’s the opportunity to scramble and catch up. John’s already asleep so I’ll keep my typing noise down and…
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Paris, Day One: I Have Arrived
My battery has 40 minutes left on it (I haven’t bought a converter yet) and knowing my computer that really means 20 minutes, or less, so I will be fast and tell you all about my journey from my New York to here, gay Paree, where I am sitting on a tiny bed on the…
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Make Room For Mushroom Soup
There are certain recipes that, when you begin them, you instantly know that this is something you will want to do again and again: that these steps, these mini-procedures, have an intrinsic logic to them that will contribute to a glorious whole, even before the glorious whole is achieved. That’s how I felt tonight making…
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A Bird of One’s Own: A Pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving for One
“You should do something on your site for Thanksgiving,” suggested my mom yesterday in the afternoon. If only she knew the grand plan I’d been hatching over the past couple weeks. I was to invite hordes and hordes of friends over on Sunday to revel in the splendor of my autumnally decorated apartment; to clink…
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![Why Bad Soups Happen To Good People [Plus: My Newest Kitchen Gadget!]](https://amateurgourmet.com/wp-content/uploads/2005/11/badsoups.webp)
Why Bad Soups Happen To Good People [Plus: My Newest Kitchen Gadget!]
Usually I put the name of the dish I’m writing about in the title of the post, but if I were to do that here you’d probably say: “Ummm, Adam, it’s Butternut Squash and Italian Sausage Soup. That’s gross. Of course it’s nasty.” And, inevitably, if I linked to it you’d discover its source: Emeril…
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Pancake Perfection on a Sunday Morning
When it comes to whipping up something fast for breakfast, I very rarely have the impulse to make pancakes. Eggs are as extravagant as I get: I drop a clump of butter in the skillet, crack the eggs on the counter and three minutes later I’m in gooey eggy heaven. Yes eggs or maybe oatmeal.…
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Excitement #2: (Hold Your Breath…) It’s a BOOK DEAL
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Oh goodhearted reader—I’ve been keeping something from you for a while now. Last year in March, I was contacted by a literary agent who told me she thought I had a book in me. I said: “A book? Me? Write a book?” But she persisted and over the next few months we worked out a…
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