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food shopping

  • Let’s Go To A British Supermarket! Then Let’s Go To A German Supermarket!

    Let’s Go To A British Supermarket! Then Let’s Go To A German Supermarket!

    It’s that time again! The time to overuse exclamation points and to visit a supermarket in a foreign country! The last time we did this, it was in Australia and you all enjoyed yourselves so much I knew I had to do it again. This time, you’re getting two for the price of one: a…

  • Let’s Go To An Australian Supermarket!

    Let’s Go To An Australian Supermarket!

    All right, class, find your buddy and take them by the hand…we’re going on a class trip to Australia to check out an Australian supermarket! Surely there are better reasons to go to Australia, like the Sydney Opera House or kangaroos or Olivia Newton John, but as a lover of food and food shopping and…

  • Shopping is Cooking

    Shopping is Cooking

    When you’re having friends over for dinner at 7:30, and it’s getting on in the day, time grows precious and you have to prioritize. Do you spend it shopping or do you spend it cooking? More often than not, I spend it cooking. My usual cooking routine goes: rush to Gelson’s, gather up overpriced ingredients,…

  • A Trip To The Santa Monica Farmer’s Market

    A Trip To The Santa Monica Farmer’s Market

    To get to the Santa Monica Farmer’s Market from where I live, you have two choices: you can take highways (the 101 to the 110 to the 10 West) or you can take streets. If you do take streets, there are probably many speedy options; streets that take you far west with minimal traffic. Of…

  • Let’s Talk About Lettuce

    Let’s Talk About Lettuce

    I started cooking seven or eight years ago, maybe even a little further back, and it was around the time that people stopped buying whole heads of lettuce and started buying lettuce, pre-washed, in those little plastic tubs. The tubs, which are now omnipresent, have labels like “Spring Salad Mix” and “Herb Salad Mix” and…

  • David’s Sweet Life

    David’s Sweet Life

    Several years ago, when I went to Paris, I rode the Metro from my teensy hotel in the 80th arrondissement, to meet a food blogger I admired but had never met, Mr. David Lebovitz. As I came up the stairs (or was it an escalator?) I beheld a vision: there, standing before me, was a…