I once considered the slow cooker an appliance that could somehow make a meal happen for its owner. And, since it is a lowly, unglamorous kitchen appliance, I assumed it would do a crappy job of it. Now, my slow cooker and I are good friends.
Read More»These days I am regularly asked, usually by people I don’t know especially well, about the state of my stomach. Have you been craving anything in particular? they want to know. I assume they are hoping to hear that I’ve been porking out on butter brickle ice cream topped with dill pickles and Corn Nuts. [...]
Read More»[For the story on how we got here, you may read Vindahlo—Part One: a history.] “Listen, Sister,” the Squeeze said to me, waggling a piece of spice-crusted beef in creamy fenugreek sauce on his fork, “I’m not saying I don’t wish this was A-1.” My face must have fallen, just a little (but what did [...]
Read More»My experience at the delicatessen at SW Stark and 11th is admittedly limited. I have been to breakfast there only three times but was three times very, very pleased. Breakfast number one: Potato latkes and housemade applesauce, hold the sour cream. Best danged latkes of my life, seriously. I figure they must be deep fried [...]
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