Meet Daisy. This adorable pug belongs to a friend of mine, and she can chase her tail up to 47 clockwise and counter-clockwise rotations (and that’s *rotations*–when you factor in how many circles she spins each way, you’re looking at 47 x 6 and that’s,…
So in our progressive, contemporary, and unconventional living arrangement, I cook on Mondays and Wednesdays, B cooks on Thursdays and Sundays, T cooks on Tuesdays and Fridays or Saturdays and we fend for ourselves on the day leftover. Last night, I cooked goat curry and…
And here’s an entry to serve as testament to the fact that this is, indeed, a foodie-blog. Out of necessity, there must be a few words about cheese. Look, I’ll admit it, I get nervous when a plate of cheese is brought out by my…
Can someone please answer me this: why do we care that the Republican veep pick, Sarah Palin, hunts moose? Why is her penchant for hunting any different from Huckabee’s fondness for pheasants or ducks? Or Cheney’s partiality towards quail? Does the target have to be…
There’s nothing that leaves you feeling more vindicated than the discovery of something so potentially offensive, yet brilliant, when you’re admittedly trolling through material trying to dig something up to whet readers’ appetites so they come back for more. My discovery? A dessert option on…
Welcome to a new type of foodie-blog. Don’t let the name fool you–I might mention food and politics in the way farm policies affect our economic and political systems now and then, but I think gastro-politics is about so much more. Every time a menu…
