Eating | Eating
Dec.03.2009
I dislike the concept of buffet meals. Standing in queues with a heavy plate ladling stuff on it, mishmash is all you get. These days, it has become mandatory to have something Thai, something Italian, something Mexican and something Indian. A plate may often have a sneaky chunk of tandoori chicken...
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Nov.04.2009
Saka-Saka (Cassava Leaves)
Saka-Saka (Saca-Saca, Sakasaka, and also known as Mpondou, Mpondu, or Pondu) is the Congolese word for cassava leaves, and the name of a dish made from them. Could "saka" be a Congolese pronunciation of "cassava", doubled...
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Sep.11.2009
There are certain, obvious things Michael and I first connected with. No, we aren't talking about those deeper, more intensely felt beliefs and ways of being that help two people relate to each other. I'm really talking about working out and food (trust me, the two go well together, as one can...
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Aug.24.2009
Big Black Dog
Head like a gunboat. Blue
eyes: stars constantly
receding. Breath of rotten
Pontiacs, half-buried
in the backyard. Follows
me to the dinner party,
insists on my lap.
He savages the chicken,
the sweet potato. No one
clucks or looks away.
The short woman next
to us, with a sound like...
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Jun.19.2009
I'm a TV-eater. When meals are ready I take the plate through to the living room and put something on. If I'm eating alone in public I'll make sure I have a book with me.
Lunch today was a wedge of cheese and potato tortilla with rocket, cherry tomato and beetroot salad. None of it from the garden...
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Apr.04.2009
Food and I go way, way back. We are long time, intimate buddies, a relationship built on desire, need, and practicalities. My first squalid romance with food involved canned spinach. I loved to eat it. I loved to put it on my head. I loved to smear it on my high chair tray. Sadly, there is...
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Nov.15.2008
My boyfriend Michael is a foodie. He's a foodie, and he's a good cook. For years, he has loved to prepare food, starting back when he was young and worked in his local deli cutting up beef tongue for sandwiches. Later, in college, he baked his own breads, one of his best friends a baker at a...
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Sep.02.2008
The weekend ended with a lasagna. Not your ordinary lasagna. Roasted summer squash, bolognese sauce, home made noodles, fresh mozzarella, mushrooms, ricotta. Probably the lightest, fluffiest lasagna in the world. Wonderful with a crusty bread, a great bottle or two of wine, and laughter.
And...
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Aug.08.2008
I can’t help wondering some times if I am the only one who notices our society’s growing obsession with personal comfort at the expense of public courtesy and civility. As a relatively young member of the Silent Generation (that group of Americans born between the end of World War I and the...
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Apr.02.2008
Today I ate lunch at Ulee, a chinese restaraunt here in San Francisco. They know me well there. They never call me by name, however, I respond happily to "Kung Pao Chicken, extra spicy!!". I wasn't certain I was going to eat there unti I discovered my car had a chalk mark on its rear tire...
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