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David and I were talking last week, and considering the global financial markets are all in the crapper, the DOW is at an all time low, and the US dollar is not worth the paper it’s constantly getting printed on, we decided that it might not be a good idea to go on another vacation this year. Sigh…. He also said we’d be entering a severe depression soon and anarchy and mayhem would erupt everywhere like Mad Max and this week we were going to learn how to operate a machine gun so we could defend ourselves when the time came. This part I chose to ignore, because call me stupid, but I have a bit more faith in mankind and my fellow New Yorkers. And besides, my purse is just not big enough for a machine gun. In any case, no vacation doesn’t have to mean no exciting culinary adventurous, especially living in a city as diverse as New York. So last week, as it started getting colder and I started dreaming about warm waters and white sugary beaches, I did the next best thing and ate tacos, many, many tacos. MORE »
I love art and I love sausage, but sausage art? Ummm, I’m not sure about this one. Supposedly, a few classic masterpieces, such as Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa and Van Gogh’s Sunflowers, were replicated using sausage in Russia and people were invited to eat them. Personally, I’m not sure I would want to eat cured meat on display in a public space. I don’t know what it’s like in Russia, but I know I wouldn’t want to eat something left out in the open in New York. Remember a few years back when a homeless man went into a deli and sprayed the buffet table with liquid containing feces? Spasiba, but no thank you. MORE »
Remember Psych 101 when you learned about Rorschach Tests? Now what does the hot sauce and yogurt swirl in the image above look like to you? (Feel free to post what you see in the comments.) When I look at the photo, and I know this is not appetizing, I see a bloody nose, because when I was eating the Chicken and Rice from the 53rd and 6th Avenue Cart, I was sure it would happen to me at any moment. What does that say about me? It says that although I fear for my life, I enjoy living dangerously by eating street meat in NYC. MORE »
This is just a random story that I thought was amusing enough to share. Last week, I decided to stop by Grand Street to get some bananas on my way to the subway. As I was waiting to be helped at my favorite fruit stand (on the corner of Grand and Forsyth St), a guy walking by grabbed a longan, spun around, and started walking away backwards with the longan held before his lips, ready to pop it whole into his mouth. He obviously never had a longan before. If you don’t know, longans are not like grapes. Similar to lychees, you have to peel the shell in order to eat the sweet springy flesh inside. And although the peel is not extremely hard, it is definitely not edible. I would say the shell is similar to the bark of a young sapling. MORE »
I just came back from Menorca, Spain, and after eating cured meats and jamón flavored potato chips everyday for a week, a normal person would probably be sick of ham, but then again I’m a little, er, different. I’ve been craving jamón for days now. Salty, fatty, nutty, I just can’t get enough of it.
Menorca was truly the land of delicious cured meats. Everywhere you went, it was pretty much guaranteed that you would find a ham suspended somewhere. Generic supermarket, check! Restaurant, check! Airport, check! Street market, check! MORE »
Summer cravings are a strange thing for me. I never know what I’ll crave. Usually it’ll be something really flavorful, because when it’s so hot out, I lose my appetite and I need something strong to awaken my taste buds. Last year, all I ever wanted to eat was chicken biryani from the biryani cart on 46th Street. Delicious dark meat chicken and basmati rice flavored with chili peppers and heavy on the cardamom, what more could you ask for? Maybe some of the mango pickles they throw in… MORE »