A quick pickle I grew up loving all kinds of pickles. The basic ones that came on our McDonalds hamburgers to the ones that were specially steeped with bulbs of garlic and sold on the Massachusetts coast to whale watching tourists. And my brother-in-law and…
Homemade fingerpaints When it’s uncomfortably hot outside, I try to find indoor activities for Desmond. Preferably activities on the less-destructive end of the spectrum, for the good of our sweet little cherub, but also our apartment’s security deposit. Fingerpainting seems like it would violate…
A Fresh Start It’s been a busy couple of years—I got my doctorate, I found a job, I gave up a job, I found another job, I had a son, I quit a job, and now I’m looking for a new job. But I’m back!…
I’m generally irked by phrases such as ‘black is the new pink’ or ’40 is the new 30,’ but kale, my friends… kale is the new spinach. And my favorite way to eat it is raw. Raw kale salads have been popping up with alarming…
I’ve apologized for my blog’s neglect before, by explaining that when I write here I don’t write my dissertation. Well, turns out I finished, so now I have no excuses. Not much else has changed–I think it’s funny to choose ‘Dr.’ as a prefix on…
North Korea qualified for the World Cup this year? Really? Source: BBC Sport Does anyone detect the sweet irony of this situation? The only reason North Korea squeaked by was because Iran failed to beat South Korea, meaning that North Korea only needed a draw…
In honor of World Cup 2010’s host country, I decided to make some popular South African street food for a group of friends who gathered at our place yesterday to watch USA vs. England. I was lucky enough to get to SA in our summer/their…
I freakin’ love CSAs. Seriously. CSA stands for Community Supported Agriculture and these local ventures provide exactly what I want to make my meals: fresh, inspiring, sustainable, and delicious treats. They’re pretty simple–the farmer offers shares of that year’s crop up front and it’s a…
I grew up taking allergies seriously before this seemingly recent dawn of peanut and wheat allergies. My mother cannot eats eggs in even the slightest amount (raw or cooked) and my sister cannot ingest chickpeas in any of their variations (posing a particularly inconvenient problem…
Well, it’s clearly been too long for an actual apology, so let’s all sort of shrug our shoulders and move on. In appreciation, I offer you this: a list of the ‘bests’ in my dining experiences during the past few months of silence. With all…
