Oooops! I did it again. It's like an abusive relationship that you can't leave because it's THAT good. You know what I'm talking about. Oh sweet Chinatown. If my Chinatown saga had a Facebook, I would put "In a Relationship and It's Complicated". There's plenty of verbal abuse and I'm on the receiving end. Yet, I ...
I was a young foodie padawan when I started my first job in the restaurant industry. California Pizza Kitchen was my Yoda. For three years, I waited on tables, silently learning and developing my palate. This was my favorite dish, and it was my destiny to conquer it. If I had super cool html coding powers, ...
My best friend has once again teased me about my multi-syllabic meals but this is coming from a guy who has no problems eating tuna straight out of the can. So I dedicate this recipe to my BFF of 18 years. A few months ago, the BFF asked me to post a recipe that is "man-friendly". ...
Tomatoes. To-MAH-toes. As long as it comes with a bit of vodka and plenty of kick. I'm almost embarrassed to admit that I've never had tomato juice unless it's on the rocks with some type of libation and a spoonful of horseradish. Judge all you want, but when you're having your scrambled eggs and coffee, I'll ...
This is a tale of my love/hate relationship with Chinatown. Hate... Crowded sidewalks where people seem to find sheer enjoyment in blocking traffic by standing still, dead smack in the middle. The language barriers like the time I asked the old Chinese man who was tending the produce section if the leafy vegetable in my hand were pea ...
Filled with tears, blood shed and triumph, this entry has all the makings of a blockbuster thriller. I bet you didn't realize french onion soup could be so exciting. Last week we took a "Knife Skills Masterclass" at the Bowery Culinary Center as part of my Christmas present from none other than the love of my ...
You know how grown-ups always told you never to eat yellow snow? Well, this time it's okay. Go ahead. Eat yellow snow. I know. It doesn't sound appetizing but truth be told, it's the first thing that popped into my mind when I sat down to write my entry for this recipe. That's right, I still ...
Alas, a real deal manly meal! No truffle oil, no hollandaise, no puff pastry. It doesn't have any fancy French words thrown in like mousse, roulade or frisée. Just a good ol' hearty meal after a long day in the fields, harvesting wheat in your tractor (is that what you even use a tractor for???). I ...
I was a late bloomer. The California roll was my idea of sushi. Meanwhile, all my trendy friends ordered sashimi. I was determined not to let some squishy, raw fish bring me down. I wanted to be cool and look at me now! After years of training, I can proudly say that I am a HUGE ...
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore... When we went hiking in the Pyrénées last summer, his mom packed us a wonderful gourmet lunch as opposed to the usual sandwich or Clif Bar. Life is tough, right? When we were exhausted from our trek, we were rewarded with slices of ...
Talk about culture shock. It was only his second week away from his motherland, a place that boasts over 3,000 varieties of cheese. At the high-pitched sound of a beeeeeeeeeeep, a tiny bowl of gooey flourescent orange food emerged from the microwave. Welcome to AM-ER-ICAAAA! Microwaveable pasta and orange powdered cheese from a blue box ...
Bonne année et bonne santé! It's been a hectic month with all the baking, gift-wrapping, train rides and weekends away from home. Our apartment is in dire need of a disaster relief task force to finally get things back in tip top shape. But first, I need to divulge our recent addiction to quack. It all ...