Recipes and food adventures with Adam Roberts

  • The Amateur Gourmet Graduates Law School

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    I am so exhausted, I can’t believe I just put this movie together. So please, on my tired behalf, enjoy my Quicktime interpretation of law school graduation as filmed by my brother:

  • Gradudimication Tomorrow

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    I will be up in 4 hours to shower, shave and leave for my law school graduation. Pictures, videos and tall tales shall follow. Let’s all get some rest, now.

  • The First Food O’Mine They Ever Tasted

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    With the possible exception of a linguini with white clam sauce I made in 10th grade, my family–mom, dad, grandma, grandpa and Michael–have never eaten anything I’ve cooked. I only started cooking three years ago, so that keeps them safely off the hook. Yet, even when I come home the idea of my cooking remains…

  • The Subtle Art of Mealplanning: Mother’s Day Brunch at the Buckhead Diner

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    If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, then the hand that feeds the stomach is the hand that rules the world. Since my mother and grandmother don’t cook, one might conclude that they are powerless parties in the Roberts family superstructure. How wrong you would be.What my mother and grandmother lack…

  • Per Se, One Week Later

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    Here’s a re-review of Per Se, sparked by a Sunday Styles piece:

  • Everything I Say Is Wrong: Dinner at Chops

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    Depending on your perspecitve, my brother might seem a cantankerous sort. In many ways he’s like a gorilla: keep him fed, keep him sated and all will be well. Irritate him and you’ll be eating gorilla paw.Michael–as he is called–finds my obsessive food picture taking bizarre and irritating.”Stop taking pictures of your food,” he said…

  • Eating Veal is Evil and I Ate Veal

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    Last year a New Yorker article came out that turned me vegetarian for a week. I had survived a college life filled with vegetarians–basically everyone I was friends with was a vegetarian–without my carnivorous foundations cracking. And then this article came along–a very shrewd piece about PETA–that brought the reader to chicken farms where rows…

  • Silverware Turns My Mom’s Skin Black

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    Gather ’round boys and girls and behold a freak of nature! See the freakish Magneta–watch her skin go from its pinkish hue to blackish silver!Behold her pristine finger:An ordinary finger, yes? No camera tricks, no hand double.Now watch as she grazes a fork across her fingular surface:Parents: cover your children’s eyes. For what you are…

  • Ex Post Facto Deliciousness

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    I just pulled yesterday’s ice cream from the fridge and ohmygod is that the best thing I have ever tasted.The Barefoot Contessa is a genius. She solved the problem of the overfrozen ice cream. Every ice cream I’ve made so far (and, as you know, I’ve made many) has turned into a solid rock overnight.…

  • Waitress Row Your Ass Ashore: Lunch at Canoe

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    Good help is so hard to find.Literally.Our waitress was missing for 90% of our meal today at Canoe, an otherwise adorable Atlanta restaurant on Paces Ferry.I mean check it out:Beautiful, right?Canoe is located on the Chattahoochee River. On a completely unrelated note, there were girls in high school we called chattahoochees (or hoochie mamas) because…