Thursday Night Smackdown: I’m sorry, I just can’t tonight.
I know this blog is supposed to be about food, but I really don’t think I can do it tonight. And I thought it might help to tell you why. I’m a little worried about myself. Maybe a lot worried. I’ve struggled with mental health issues ever since I was a little kid. About 6 ...
Cheap Ass Mondays: Italian Beach Pasta
I accidentally took all of these pictures with my camera set on “foliage.” Sorry. Tonight’s dinner is a total throwback to my childhood, and has not been modified in any way from the way my mom used to make it. It’s an odd dish, I don’t really know its origins and I don’t really expect ...
Vanquishing the Noid
Le sigh. Hello. My name is Michelle, and I am addicted to grilled pizza.
Thursday Night Smackdown: The Horror, Y’all. The Horror.
OH DEAR GOD IT BURNS. Lock your doors, pull down the window shades and turn off the lights: Paula Deen & Friends are Living It Up, Southern Style with “Chicken Divan” and you DO NOT want to be there when it happens. I was there and I will never be the same. MAY YOU ALL ...
Pluot Pluot, Fizz Fizz
What a relief it is, mothafuckas. So I mosey into Pathmark the other night looking for bargain basement, just-about-to-turn plums to make some sorbet, bag up a couple pounds of soft, deep crimson beauties and bring ‘em home only to discover that they’re not plums and I should pay more attention to labels. They’re pluots, ...
Calling All NYC-area Cookbook Hoarders
Let it be known that the Strand Annex on Fulton Street – which is great for cookbooks – is closing 8/15 and all stock is currently 50% off. Shelves are emptying, but good deals (Larousse Gastronomique, anyone?) are still to be had.
Cheap Ass Monday: Cheap As Free
I am BACK. A gaping wound IS NOT ENOUGH TO STOP ME. I’ve never had a cut deep enough that it healed from the inside out before; even though it’s clearly knitting together underneath and is no longer seeping, it still looks like I have an open gash in my hand. Grody. Dinnertime! Aside from ...