To continue our tour of the world’s beer, we shall discuss Amstel. On the Amstel. Yes, I said it. I drank Amstel beer sitting only feet away from the Amstel river in…
Figs
This summer, I saw wild fruit growing for the first time ever (city kid here, people. New York, born and raised.) The only fruit I had ever seen growing were the sad…
The King of Beer
I know that title is going to get me into trouble with someone. But isn’t it so appropriate for the picture? And in my mind, it’s at least quasi-true… except maybe for…
Je Suis A Paris!
Whoa… found these pictures archived from the day I got to Paris and forgot about them. The day I got to Paris, I tried, as I always do, to avoid jet lag…
Upside Down
“I used to hate magloubeh, but Gram instructed me never to say ‘hate,’ so now I just don’t care for it instead.” Diana Abu-Jaber may not care for magloubeh, but I’m certainly…
Why the French Have Gastronomical Bragging Rights
So… last night, I was a little bit depressed about fall. I know I posted all happy and excited about baklava, but the truth is, in comparison with last summer, this summer…
Goodbye Summer, Hello Baklava
I had expected to have a little bit more time. I wanted to experiment with some corn butter recipes I’ve been putting off since last summer. I hardly had my fill of…
The Allure of Food
As I was sitting in the nail salon today waiting for my appointment, I treated myself to a little bit of Allure. Now, I’m embarrassed enough as it is buying Cosmo and…
Real Pizza
Remember my sad attempt at recreating my brother’s pizza? Well, as I was reading Brilynn’s post over at Jumbo Empanada’s about what real food was, I started thinking about what real food…
Fourth of July
Generally, on the 4th of July, my entire family gets dressed in red, white, and blue, grills hot dogs and hamburgers outside and, along with corn on the cob, watermelon, and potato…