December 2010
20 posts
November 2010
22 posts
mash it like a champ.
Making champ in Hattie + Brian’s kitchen. Photo taken by Hattie.
Yes, I’m wearing feathers. It was Thanksgiving. Someone’s gotta represent the native Americans.
You’d think that mashed potatoes are just mashed potatoes. But there’s mashed potatoes, and then there’s champ.
Because you know that no one does potatoes better than the Irish.
Champ
Serves 6. Recipe passed on by a friend and modified by yours truly.
welcome to flavour country! →
flickr.com
Image by Andrew Jay from Flickr.
It’s a biiiiiiig country.
This is my first Thanksgiving since first grade. Conveniently, the day after I finally finished reading Eating Animals — and especially after the final chapter about Thanksgiving.
But I’m not one to poop on the biggest food-themed holiday of the year. So feel free to drool with me over pictures of turducken.
Happy guilt-trip-free Thanksgiving!
pork head croquette. →
nombesf.com
One more reason to never leave the Mission for Japanese food.
favorite blog already! i love our city!
Who can hate San Francisco when the sketchiest part of town sounds like a delicious cut of meat?
And cheers!
it's not the food. it's the flying. →
good.is
Illustration by Junyi Wu.
Airplane food is neither good for you, nor tastes good. That’s because it can’t be the former if it’s trying to be the latter — and when your tastebuds are dulled, that’s not happening either.
As of two years ago I started requesting the fruit option. It’s basically just that — fruit. And for some baffling and frustrating reason, it’s never seasonal fruit either. It’s also not very filling, but after 2.5 decades* of plane travel I would rather pull weird faces from sour unripe fruit than spend 13 hours awkwardly digesting a rubbery meal in a pressurised cabin.
Maybe that’s why even McDonalds tastes awesome after a transpacific flight.
* The best airplane meal I’ve ever had was when I was 11 or 12, on a now defunct Asian airline. Despite the threat of a turbulent accident, there’s nothing more pleasantly surprising than wonton soup noodles — the furthest thing from what I would expect from airplane food.
beer owls for cuddling. →
kodawari.cc
I love me some owls and summer* naps. But when the vehicle is beer, then that is just way too rad.
*YES, IT’S INDIAN SUMMER ROUND 2!!
"It’s almost a ritual, and the very act of opening one of these packages suggests safety, however brief it may be." →
nytimes.com
Finding comfort in combat starts with a meal.
And, for Australian and British troops, a nice warm cuppa.
mcrib or slow rib? →
good.is
Either way. RIBS!
“I like to cook, and every now and then I get ambitious. I’ll make five-hour stock or roll out fresh pasta or dutifully work my way through an elaborate recipe from a famous chef’s coffee-table cookbook. Once, as a sadistic friend likes to remind me in front of other people, I even served “cauliflower, three ways.”
—
How the Other Half (of the Top 1%) Lives
Pretty interesting article about the very, very fine line between “healthy materialism and obscene self-pleasuring”.
But this quote just cracked me up.
All the wine
The National
In some ways, this song is like drinking wine alone:
- Indulge only when you’re feeling moody and introspective.
- Yet it only just makes you even more moody and introspective.
- And then you get hit by its self-defeating qualities. But you also kinda like it, too.
The National and alcohol, they have something going on there.
