Recipes and food adventures with Adam Roberts

  • Three Weeks with Josh and Katy

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    There comes a time in every food bloggers life when he must quote the Von Trapp family. Allow me to do so now as I bid you, temporarily: “So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night” (or in this case “goodbye”). You see, my friends, my bar-study-status is earthquake shaky and full attention must be paid.…

  • Watermelon Vidalia Onion Salad at Agnes and Muriels

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    In case you missed my original review, I LOVE Agnes and Muriel’s. It’s one of my favorite Atlanta restaurants.Lauren, on the other hand, isn’t as enamored, mostly because their food is very fried and greasy. Pshaw, I say, but then again I have a speech impediment.Anyway, it takes a great deal of work to convince…

  • Carvel Ice Cream Cake

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    I basically have four friends in these sad days of bar exam study—if you define friends as the only people you see because they are law students too and you are otherwise cloistered from the world at large. Among these friends is Andrew (who you’ve heard a lot about) and it was his birthday on…

  • Cupcake Bribery

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    Last week Lauren, Andrew and I returned to a place I gave a poor review to a few months ago because I thought we should give it a second chance. My poor review wasn’t really a poor review per se, it just said the sandwich was bad. I still think the sandwich was bad.This time…

  • Rubber, Indigestible Pseudo-Sausage

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    Check out this Slate piece which asks the question: “Which hot dogs are the tastiest?” before we gorge ourselves on July 4th. What are YOU eating this Independence Day?

  • Lolita and I Have “The Talk” PLUS The Thursday Night Dinner Song: “Monkees Meat-Eater Medley”

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    Parenting a cat requires patience and petting and plenty of crunchy cat treats. It also requires honesty; which is why tonight proved so difficult.Lolita approached me at my desk:“Dad?” she asked innocently enough.”What is it son?” I replied.”I’m a girl,” she hissed.”Oh, yes,” I said, blowing a bubble. “How can I help you?””Where does meat…

  • You’re Gonna Have To Face It You’re Addicted To Gum

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    I’m a smoker—and no, I don’t smoke cigarettes. I smoke gum. Two packs a day. Well, no; but about four pieces a day. And ok, so maybe I don’t smoke: I chew. But I chew hard. And it’s getting tiresome.What will it take to get me to quit? TMJ? An invervention? How did all of…

  • On The Side

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    Ok, so this IS a food blog—posting divisive movie reviews is probably not the best idea. At least not on the main page. You all must have been so frazzled today–my apologies! Hence, I have shifted all non-conforming content where it belongs: on the side. Check it out. On the side. Right side. Enjoy!

  • Impulsive Late Night Biscuit Ecstasy

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    Say what you will about me—call me bitter, call me mean, call me sometime, won’t you?—there’s one thing you can’t say: that I’m not impulsive.Take these biscuits for example.I had absolutely no reason to make them. I have bran muffins from the other night, remember? And I’m studying for the bar, remember? But I got…

  • Filth, Food and Cleanliness; Or, Lawyers and Poop

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    I’ve been thinking a lot about my poop post lately. Part of me does indeed regret it (“Don’t s**t where you eat or where you blog about eating”), but the other part of me–the mad scientist part of me–keeps rubbing its hands together and declaring: “We may be on to something here.”I pushed and pushed…