<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:57:57.646-08:00</updated><category term='chicken Escoffier frying'/><title type='text'>What I Ate</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for funfriends to report things they ate, and to offer brief food-related tips and warnings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1099</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-5371223768909992539</id><published>2010-10-11T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:21:05.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/10/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast&lt;/span&gt; – home&lt;br /&gt;1 glass grapefruit juice&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal with golden raisins and brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 cups coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt; – home&lt;br /&gt;Grilled cheese (whole wheat bread, mozzarella, arugula)&lt;br /&gt;Sausage soup with cannellini beans and cabbage&lt;br /&gt;Cortland apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt; – Momofuku Noodle Bar&lt;br /&gt;Fried Chicken Dinner:   &lt;br /&gt;Southern- and Korean-style fried chicken, mu shu pancakes, sauces, herbs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Pork buns&lt;br /&gt;Roasted corn with miso butter&lt;br /&gt;Sauteed bok choy in pork broth&lt;br /&gt;Cold noodles with Chinese sausage and candied cashews&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle Lone Star&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert I&lt;/span&gt; – Veniero’s&lt;br /&gt;1 truffle button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dessert II&lt;/span&gt; – Momofuku Milk Bar&lt;br /&gt;1 cornflake, marshmallow and chocolate chip cookie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-5371223768909992539?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/5371223768909992539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=5371223768909992539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/5371223768909992539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/5371223768909992539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2010/10/101010.html' title='10/10/10'/><author><name>schoboats</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415953418993023380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-5476340399428133791</id><published>2009-06-28T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:29:27.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6/28/09</title><content type='html'>I have been cooking up a storm lately and have nobody to talk to about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;Homemade yogurt with flax seeds, honey, and granola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;2 Nature Valley bars and a handful of peanuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;2 gyros made using a Cook's Illustrated recipe:&lt;br /&gt;Pita, Spiced lamb patties, vegetables, and tzatziki (made from more homemade yogurt)&lt;br /&gt;The recipe was really great. Instead of strips of lamb off a vertical spit, like restaurant gyros, you make patties out of lamb meat, spices, and ground pita, then you sauté them. The texture of the meat is more like well-seared sliders than normal gyro meat (next time I'll make the patties thinner for a better crust/insides ratio).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-5476340399428133791?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/5476340399428133791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=5476340399428133791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/5476340399428133791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/5476340399428133791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2009/06/62809.html' title='6/28/09'/><author><name>cijl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16678887437366798882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-1771821916421280244</id><published>2008-10-19T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:25:33.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/SPv59NN35ZI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/4KPrz7U-HZI/s1600-h/saltines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/SPv59NN35ZI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/4KPrz7U-HZI/s320/saltines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259071819800372626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kind of stopped for awhile but I am totally back to eating a shitload of saltines all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-1771821916421280244?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/1771821916421280244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=1771821916421280244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/1771821916421280244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/1771821916421280244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-worry.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry'/><author><name>strach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885766689240060460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/SPv59NN35ZI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/4KPrz7U-HZI/s72-c/saltines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-7586044346270156718</id><published>2007-12-19T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:11:06.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Saskatoon</title><content type='html'>Diligent foodreaders may recall my trip last December to &lt;a href="http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/12/saskatoon.html"&gt;Saskatoon&lt;/a&gt;, a fantastic wild game restaurant improbably located in a strip mall on Haywood Road, between Cecil's Shoe Repair and Physical Graffiti South Tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went back for seconds.  And friends, they were anything but sloppy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three slices, bread with cinnamon butter&lt;br /&gt;house salad with vinaigrette&lt;br /&gt;grilled zucchini and corn&lt;br /&gt;garlic mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;kangaroo a l'orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first: as much as I enjoyed last year's grilled yak, the kangaroo was even better.  It had the appearance and texture of beef, but it tasted more like an exotic poultry (ostrich, of which I've eaten exactly two bites ever, comes to mind).  The sweet orange demi-glaze nicely complemented the kangaroo's natural flavor without overpowering it.  Best of all, my mom was totally grossed out by the whole thing, so more 'roo for this guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a few minor criticisms.  First, my cut of kangaroo meat did not include a discernible pouch (which, in a perfect world, would have been filled with Stove Top stuffing).  Second, Saskatoon's wild game sausage appetizer did not include kangaroo sausages, which Wikipedia refers to, adorably, as "kanga bangas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kangaroo_meat"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, here is a fun, possibly true fact I learned today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There has been recent discussion from the kangaroo meat industry about attempting to introduce a specific culinary name for kangaroo meat, similar to the reference to pig meat as ham and pork.  In 2005 the Food Companion International magazine, with support from the Kangaroo Industry Association of Australia, ran a competition hoping to find a name that wouldn't put diners off when they saw it on a menu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The three-month competition attracted over 2700 entries from 41 nations, and the name australus was decided on December 20, 2005.  Other finalists for the name included kangarly, maroo, krou, maleen, kuja, roujoe, rooviande, jurru, ozru, marsu, kangasaurus, marsupan, jumpmeat, and M.O.M. (meat of marsupials)."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, foodreaders.  Tonight I dined on jumpmeat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had the scallops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-7586044346270156718?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/7586044346270156718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=7586044346270156718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/7586044346270156718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/7586044346270156718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/12/return-to-saskatoon.html' title='Return to Saskatoon'/><author><name>doogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254346573992229840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-3807969824826969629</id><published>2007-11-15T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:37:12.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.15.07</title><content type='html'>Two slices from city pies (cheese, mushroom)&lt;br /&gt;Honest tea (green)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti with tomato sauce, mushrooms, spinach, basil&lt;br /&gt;2 Damlas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-3807969824826969629?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/3807969824826969629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=3807969824826969629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/3807969824826969629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/3807969824826969629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/11/111507.html' title='11.15.07'/><author><name>mdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438809221871334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-8202617724521919920</id><published>2007-11-15T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:35:42.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.14.07</title><content type='html'>Blueberry muffin - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;late breakfast/late lunch&lt;/span&gt; (I slept in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seared duck breast with some french horn mushrooms and shallots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was an experiment which resulted in the smoke alarm going off multiple times during Zachkay's writing club meeting. Sorry Miranda and Lydia and others! It came out decently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla ice cream with a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-8202617724521919920?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/8202617724521919920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=8202617724521919920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/8202617724521919920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/8202617724521919920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/11/111407.html' title='11.14.07'/><author><name>mdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438809221871334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-9026935327485622908</id><published>2007-11-09T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T08:54:06.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.8.07</title><content type='html'>Blueberry muffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Book Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini crab cake&lt;br /&gt;Mini pizza&lt;br /&gt;Mini hamburger&lt;br /&gt;Mini brussel sprout&lt;br /&gt;Mini tomato with guacamole inside&lt;br /&gt;Stella&lt;br /&gt;Heineken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Auction House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bud light&lt;br /&gt;O'Hara's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was hungry when I went home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-9026935327485622908?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/9026935327485622908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=9026935327485622908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/9026935327485622908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/9026935327485622908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/11/11807.html' title='11.8.07'/><author><name>mdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438809221871334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-1739669970018531938</id><published>2007-11-07T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:20:48.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.7.07</title><content type='html'>Oatmeal w/ maple syrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I graduated to non-instant oatmeal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pretzels + diet coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thai Market&lt;/span&gt; (delivery)&lt;br /&gt;Daikon cake appetizer&lt;br /&gt;Noodle dish that was basically pad see ew with duck&lt;br /&gt;Thai iced tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That pretty much wraps this one up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-1739669970018531938?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/1739669970018531938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=1739669970018531938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/1739669970018531938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/1739669970018531938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/11/11707.html' title='11.7.07'/><author><name>mdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438809221871334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-1073930791293075242</id><published>2007-11-06T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:27:50.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.6.07</title><content type='html'>California Roll&lt;br /&gt;Inari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orecchiette with broccoli, garlic, parmesan, parsley&lt;br /&gt;3 "Damla" candies -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These have the same name as Mollie's roommate. Either she bought them for that reason or everything in Turkey is named Damla.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some Jeff Gordon Checkered flag ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twizzlers&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-1073930791293075242?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/1073930791293075242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=1073930791293075242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/1073930791293075242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/1073930791293075242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/11/11607.html' title='11.6.07'/><author><name>mdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438809221871334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-3495666953979265986</id><published>2007-09-07T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:06:26.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Baked, Vol. III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/RuHDHnlWPOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/yrl0jZNazs8/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/RuHDHnlWPOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/yrl0jZNazs8/s320/cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107577988066983138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C.B. and I baked these a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty Friedan, Gloria Steinem, &amp;amp;c: Thanks for all the liberties and opportunities! I baked you some cupcakes as a thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-3495666953979265986?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/3495666953979265986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=3495666953979265986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/3495666953979265986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/3495666953979265986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-i-baked-vol-iii.html' title='What I Baked, Vol. III'/><author><name>strach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885766689240060460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/RuHDHnlWPOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/yrl0jZNazs8/s72-c/cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-1422949207829227549</id><published>2007-06-18T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:25:02.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 15-June 2nd</title><content type='html'>Fellow Food Reporters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a photo album of some things I recently ate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chandras03/RidiculousRaceValiFood"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/chandras03/RmvK8rHVPTE/AAAAAAAAASE/V93CXCq2IhY/s160-c/RidiculousRaceValiFood.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chandras03/RidiculousRaceValiFood" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Ridiculous Race - Vali food&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-1422949207829227549?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/1422949207829227549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=1422949207829227549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/1422949207829227549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/1422949207829227549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/06/april-15-june-2nd.html' title='April 15-June 2nd'/><author><name>v.DANGER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10818918813814575598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-4894626088331678282</id><published>2007-05-02T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T08:59:45.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken Escoffier frying'/><title type='text'>Chicken Breasts Escoffier</title><content type='html'>These were delicious. Let's take a look at how I made them. See if you can spot the secret ingredient that helped make them so tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I clarified a stick of butter. Clarified butter is also called ghee or superbutter. It was my first time clarifying butter but I think I did a decent job. There were some few white chunks left floating around, but it was basically fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the butter on very low heat, so I had a bunch of time for other stuff. I cut up two chicken breast filets into long strips about an inch wide and wound up with eight in total. If I had it all to do over again, I would have pounded down the thicker ones with the meat hammer, but they were not too dissimilar in thickness and everything got cooked through, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bread the chicken strips, my recipe took a minor deviation from my normal egg/flour-and-egg procedure. I instead dunked them in the superbutter and then breaded them. I think a pastry brush might have been helpful for this, since some of the butter may have gone on a little thick, and a bit of the breading came off in the pan later, but again, whatever. I use 4C bread crumbs out of cheerful associations with the "official bread crumb of the Davis family" campaign from our childhoods which has turned out to be a very effective piece of marketing with respect to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also cut up some grape tomatoes into halves or thirds for later on. I also had my cast iron skillet heating up through this part of the "prep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put about half the remaining superbutter into the skillet and let it heat up, then I put the chicken strips in. The eight of them just fit in. They stayed there about five minutes. Up to this point, I had washed my hands about six times, since I'm a bit picky about washing my hands in general, and extremely paranoid about handling raw meat. I also put a bit of salt and pepper on the chicken in the pan. My recipe did not request that I add this to the bread crumbs, so I went along with it. This recipe came down from Escoffier through Alice Waters in California to my Annie Bell cookbook that I'm so damned fond of and have probably made you look at if you've been over to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first side of the chicken was done, I flipped the pieces. The first sides had browned very satisfyingly and I added a bit more salt and pepper. I also put on a smaller pan - which I had used before for the clarifying process - and heated up the rest of the superbutter in it. Once this was up to frying temperature, I put the tomato slices in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upIABa0lmgM/RjizhQ0w_BI/AAAAAAAAABw/6jkEldB3MYA/s1600-h/IMGP1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upIABa0lmgM/RjizhQ0w_BI/AAAAAAAAABw/6jkEldB3MYA/s320/IMGP1834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059991565384088594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry for the infrequent and low quality pictures. My camera sucks both in terms of taking pictures and functioning for more than twenty minutes on fully charged batteries. Also, my own gifts as a photographer tend to flourish most in situations where I am not rushing to get photos taken, and as you all know, when I'm in the kitchen, I'm all about the business of making food and not of silly dalliances like picture taking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe called for a minute or two of frying the tomatoes in the superbutter, but if I do this again, I'll give it a lot longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four or five minutes for the second side of the chicken, I took it off the heat and served it. I poured the tomato/superbutter sauce directly over the chicken, added a hair more salt and pepper, and enjoyed. And enjoy it I did, it was very tasty. The reader now has one more chance to guess what the secret ingredient was. Okay, ready? It was the fact that my dinner contained a stick of butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered to let my roommates have some, but wound up eating all of it fairly quickly. Despite the heavy fat content and the multiple frying processes, it didn't even give me the kind of gutache some of my more delicious and oil-intensive dishes do. I can't speak to how faithful this pleasantly simple recipe was to Escoffier's original vision, but I think some reflection of his legacy of greatness could certainly be tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upIABa0lmgM/Rji1Ow0w_CI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JWJpGrXpnY8/s1600-h/IMGP1837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upIABa0lmgM/Rji1Ow0w_CI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JWJpGrXpnY8/s320/IMGP1837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059993446579764258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-4894626088331678282?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/4894626088331678282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=4894626088331678282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/4894626088331678282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/4894626088331678282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/05/chicken-breasts-escoffier.html' title='Chicken Breasts Escoffier'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upIABa0lmgM/RjizhQ0w_BI/AAAAAAAAABw/6jkEldB3MYA/s72-c/IMGP1834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-4418173483091581341</id><published>2007-04-02T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T08:35:31.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passover</title><content type='html'>I've been eating a lot of bread products in preparation for Passover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-4418173483091581341?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/4418173483091581341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=4418173483091581341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/4418173483091581341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/4418173483091581341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/04/passover.html' title='Passover'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926858269587133305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-2140828607922326361</id><published>2007-03-15T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:49:05.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moondance Diner on 6th Ave at Grand?</title><content type='html'>Terrible.  Just awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad they're &lt;a href="http://www.nysun.com/article/48536"&gt;knocking it down.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-2140828607922326361?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/2140828607922326361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=2140828607922326361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/2140828607922326361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/2140828607922326361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/03/moondance-diner-on-varick.html' title='Moondance Diner on 6th Ave at Grand?'/><author><name>schoboats</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415953418993023380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-6035769647370890924</id><published>2007-03-05T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T13:08:59.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Insiders' Tip</title><content type='html'>Here is a big tip for New York gourmands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At San Luigi on 75th and Amsterdam they will add (cold) penne to your chicken dish for only an additional five dollars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-6035769647370890924?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/6035769647370890924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=6035769647370890924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/6035769647370890924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/6035769647370890924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-york-insiders-tip.html' title='New York Insiders&apos; Tip'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926858269587133305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-6151376314054889791</id><published>2007-02-22T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T12:07:19.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Dinner</title><content type='html'>Gabriel's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinot noir&lt;br /&gt;Marinated octopus&lt;br /&gt;Lamb chops&lt;br /&gt;Mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special perk of having grandma dinner is that I get to go to places where 70% of the clientèle is 55+ years old. I sat in a row of tables where I was the only one under 65 or 70. There is this secret world of restaurants in New York where everything is like it was twenty-five years ago and every night is like an episode of Seinfeld. Anyway, this is what I saw while standing at the bathroom sink: a man in a suit walked into the bathroom, went into the stall, pulled down his pants, and starting pooping. You will notice that what he did not do is close the door to the stall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-6151376314054889791?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/6151376314054889791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=6151376314054889791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/6151376314054889791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/6151376314054889791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/02/grandma-dinner.html' title='Grandma Dinner'/><author><name>mdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438809221871334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-8703613864702159735</id><published>2007-02-20T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:11:57.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've done it.</title><content type='html'>Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have found the best sushi restaurant in New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/nymetro/food/reviews/restaurant/n_8381/"&gt;Sushi Seki&lt;/a&gt; (62nd and 1st)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are into places like Nozawa and Sasabune in LA, this is as close as you're going to get as far as I can tell. I've been to Nobu, I've been to Morimoto, I've been to Blue Ribbon, but as far as straight up sushi goes, this place is by far the best.  You can order a la carte, but I recommend getting the $50 omakase and adding on if you're still hungry. Like those good LA places, stuff is brought 2-3 pieces at a time, and everything has its own garnish/marinade (the use of soy sauce is discouraged).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights include: yellowtail with jalapeno, fried oyster roll, chopped spicy toro with radish, spicy scallop hand roll, and perhaps the best piece of toro I've ever had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another awesome thing about this place is that it is open until 3am. From what I've been told, it is because flights from Japan tend to get into NYC around midnight, so the place stays open for all of the business travelers, which is pretty rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, any time anyone wants to go, I will go with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-8703613864702159735?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/8703613864702159735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=8703613864702159735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/8703613864702159735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/8703613864702159735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-done-it.html' title='I&apos;ve done it.'/><author><name>Murbles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-5118303262870214027</id><published>2007-02-19T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T08:24:51.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found My Way Back</title><content type='html'>An easy recipe that is bad for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook a bunch of halved grape or cherry tomatoes and a minced clove of garlic in (extra virgin) olive oil over high heat. Once they are softened and starting to fall apart, add some marscapone cheese (this is what is bad for you) and mix it through until melted and saucy. Add some salt and pepper and shredded basil. Toss with pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started making polenta recently. Last night I ate some Baked Alaska made by XTina. That's pretty much what I've been up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-5118303262870214027?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/5118303262870214027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=5118303262870214027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/5118303262870214027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/5118303262870214027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-found-my-way-back.html' title='I Found My Way Back'/><author><name>mdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438809221871334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-6740048933386934230</id><published>2007-02-16T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:21:38.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer Soup</title><content type='html'>A theme that recurs on this blog is how much our ancestors used to drink (see "Data," 12/11/06).  In some of my readings I'd come across mention of a "beer soup" or "beer porridge" our forefathers enjoyed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to try it.  I used this recipe:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.recipehound.com/Recipes/1472.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and McEwan's Scotch Ale.  I would suggest not using all the lemon rind.  What you do use chop very finely.  This also might have been improved by having some heavy bread for dipping - it was a bit much to eat on its own.  Newcastle or Guinness might be good beers to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-6740048933386934230?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/6740048933386934230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=6740048933386934230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/6740048933386934230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/6740048933386934230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/02/beer-soup.html' title='Beer Soup'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-3555131005111423526</id><published>2007-02-14T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:37:17.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Baked, Vol. II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/RdNkX7Qs2hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KVB1KmnoIsg/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/RdNkX7Qs2hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KVB1KmnoIsg/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031475570910485010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/RdNkEbQs2dI/AAAAAAAAAAc/svfoF2q8NNI/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/RdNkEbQs2dI/AAAAAAAAAAc/svfoF2q8NNI/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031475235903035858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/RdNkErQs2eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NX_SdhIZWH0/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/RdNkErQs2eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NX_SdhIZWH0/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031475240198003170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/RdNkFLQs2fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A-tg7ZT4E-A/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/RdNkFLQs2fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A-tg7ZT4E-A/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031475248787937778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/RdNkFbQs2gI/AAAAAAAAAA0/P3Wx7qhEZHw/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/RdNkFbQs2gI/AAAAAAAAAA0/P3Wx7qhEZHw/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031475253082905090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man! Look at how I am a part of the anti-Valentine's Day movement! Look at how I am so badass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some cookies I made for work. I think my co-workers will find them a refreshing change of pace. A real eye-opener!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-3555131005111423526?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/3555131005111423526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=3555131005111423526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/3555131005111423526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/3555131005111423526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-i-baked-vol-ii.html' title='What I Baked, Vol. II'/><author><name>strach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885766689240060460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7-HH0RS3FA/RdNkX7Qs2hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KVB1KmnoIsg/s72-c/IMG_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116968660383495763</id><published>2007-01-24T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:56:44.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burrito Science</title><content type='html'>The directions on my ten pack of El Monterey brand frozen bean and cheese burritos suggested that I might improve the taste of my meal (dinner, in this case) by taken the microwaved burrito and then frying it in butter until golden brown. Being a man of fundamentally curious disposition, I investigated this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a control for this experiment, I ensured that I had previously eaten a large number of El Monterey bean and cheese burritos in the past. (By the way, these are way worse than Tina's Beef and Bean or basically every other Tina's frozen burrito.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered that frying my microwave warmed burrito to anything close to golden-brown was a very time intensive process, probably because of the large (let's say) weight and the relatively small surface area. Is that correct? A: it is correct enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found, in the end, that pan-frying an El Monterey in butter will slightly improve the taste and will far moreso improve the somewhat gluey texture of the tortilla. However, the heating of the pan and subsequent frying process added quite a bit of prep time to the procedure, enough that it threw into sharp relief the thousands of other mealtime choices I could have and should have made leading up that lowly point. And I'm not just talking about decent meals, like some pork chops and some corn and some garlic bread, I'm including Pop Tart pan-fried in butter in there, which would have been even easier, incrementally less unhealthy, and wouldn't have even required the microwave. At least when you don't bother frying your burritos, you don't have so much time to contemplate the fact that I don't even like El Monterrey burritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, God is punishing me for having only gotten two chicken chimichangas from Trader Joe's last time I went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science accomplished!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116968660383495763?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116968660383495763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116968660383495763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116968660383495763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116968660383495763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/01/burrito-science.html' title='Burrito Science'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116966927707566599</id><published>2007-01-24T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T12:07:57.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>morimoto</title><content type='html'>As part of Winter Restaurant Week '07, I went to Morimoto and had their prix fixe lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed greens salad&lt;br /&gt;miso soup&lt;br /&gt;chef's sushi tasting, which included a spicy tuna roll, salmon, tuna, shrimp, eel, salmon roe, and a few other sushi with Japanese names&lt;br /&gt;Plus I ordered a wagyu beef sushi and an aka no ne ("carrot") shochu on the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi all kind of tastes the same to me, but this was the best sushi I've ever had in terms of texture and tenderness.  The salad was unimpressive, but the miso soup tasted noticeably better, i.e., sharper and cleaner, than typical miso soup.  The wagyu beef sushi tasted beefy and fatty, but maybe not worth the troubling few seconds of chewing on a pretty big chunk of raw beef.  Highlights were the eel sushi, which was incredibly tender and soft, unlike every other eel sushi I've ever had.  And the salmon roe sushi, which I would eat every day just for the awesome mouthfeel of it exploding in your mouth.  Totally worth the mercury intake.  The shochu was nice - like a light, drinkable straight vodka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116966927707566599?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116966927707566599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116966927707566599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116966927707566599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116966927707566599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/01/morimoto.html' title='morimoto'/><author><name>she-hubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719565785899703137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116844832548246619</id><published>2007-01-10T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T08:58:45.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ</title><content type='html'>Recently I had the privilege of dining in Michael Jordan's own steakhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Cabernet&lt;br /&gt;14 oz filet&lt;br /&gt;Creamed spinach (some truffles were involved)&lt;br /&gt;French fries&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that Michael Jordan runs a pretty classy restaurant. The waiters are enormous and laugh alot and put your sides on your plate for you at the table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116844832548246619?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116844832548246619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116844832548246619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116844832548246619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116844832548246619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/01/mj.html' title='MJ'/><author><name>mdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438809221871334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116822992541795835</id><published>2007-01-07T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:18:45.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quincy House</title><content type='html'>it was my honor recently to be a guest at Quincy House.  It's gotten at least 50% better than I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salad with lettuce and cucumbers, honey dijon dressing&lt;br /&gt;3 tater tots&lt;br /&gt;1 cup clam chowder&lt;br /&gt;1 burrito with lettuce, tomato, salsa, and "burrito beef"&lt;br /&gt;1 stuffed shell&lt;br /&gt;2 M&amp;M cookies&lt;br /&gt;grapefruit juice&lt;br /&gt;Barq's root beer&lt;br /&gt;Irish Cream coffee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116822992541795835?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116822992541795835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116822992541795835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116822992541795835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116822992541795835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/01/quincy-house.html' title='Quincy House'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116804058093330457</id><published>2007-01-05T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:43:00.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinton Street Baking Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I used to live right above this place, but during that period in my life, I was willfully doing everything wrong.  So this was only my second visit. I had the &lt;strong&gt;Country Breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs scrambled&lt;br /&gt;grilled "81 cure" ham steak&lt;br /&gt;hash browns&lt;br /&gt;buttermilk biscuit&lt;br /&gt;coffee&lt;br /&gt;grapefruit juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;note to restauranteurs: if you want to sell meats to SC, just add a modifier before it.  I'll probably bite. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116804058093330457?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116804058093330457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116804058093330457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116804058093330457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116804058093330457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/01/clinton-street-baking-company.html' title='Clinton Street Baking Company'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116803792948144346</id><published>2007-01-05T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:45:57.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Luger</title><content type='html'>2 Tanquaray and tonics&lt;br /&gt;1 jumbo shrimp, generously cocktail sauced&lt;br /&gt;1 thick slice bacon&lt;br /&gt;1 large tomato slice, with pepper&lt;br /&gt;Decent helping of the "steak for four" with Peter Luger sauce&lt;br /&gt;Some creamed spinach&lt;br /&gt;Some German fried potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Several bites chocolate mousse cake w/ schlag&lt;br /&gt;1 Remy Martin cognac&lt;br /&gt;1 Irish coffee&lt;br /&gt;1 chocolate coin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116803792948144346?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116803792948144346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116803792948144346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116803792948144346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116803792948144346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2007/01/peter-luger.html' title='Peter Luger'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116734768589871529</id><published>2006-12-28T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T15:19:36.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saskatoon</title><content type='html'>Last night I paid my first visit to Saskatoon, upstate South Carolina's finest and only wild game restaurant. We sat next to a table of loud, jolly rednecks from Honea Path who had very strong opinions about Kevin Harvick, Daytona, and NASCAR in general. Here's W.I.A.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two slices, bread with cinnamon butter&lt;br /&gt;Caesar salad with shredded parmesan&lt;br /&gt;fried alligator tails with mustard sauce&lt;br /&gt;two bites, orange-glazed ostrich steak&lt;br /&gt;grilled yak with garlic mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alligator tails were very tasty, with a consistency somewhere in between fried clams and calimari. I accidentally dipped the last one in cinnamon butter instead of mustard sauce and it was fucking fantastic. But the real standout was the yak, which our fast-talking southern waiter initially described as "a big old ugly hairy monster that we slice on up and it's great." Then he dismissed my concern that it would be too gamey by saying, "It'll only make you frown just a little bit." Anyway, it turns out yak tastes exactly the same as steak, which I hadn't eaten in like eight months, so it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saskatoon also sells T-shirts with awesome slogans, such as:&lt;br /&gt;"Conserve wildlife today.  So there's more to eat tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;"Bison: one of the many vegetarians served in our restaurant."&lt;br /&gt;and my personal favorite:&lt;br /&gt;"There's plenty of room for all God's creatures... right next to the mashed potatoes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116734768589871529?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116734768589871529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116734768589871529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116734768589871529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116734768589871529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/12/saskatoon.html' title='Saskatoon'/><author><name>doogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254346573992229840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116732184670055541</id><published>2006-12-28T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T08:04:06.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ask.metafilter.com/mefi/53886"&gt;An ask.metafilter post about essential food staples to keep on hand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cuisinart-GR-4-Griddler/dp/B0001XASWQ/sr=1-1/qid=1167321561/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-9766751-9986445?ie=UTF8&amp;s=kitchen"&gt;A sweet Cuisinart version of the Foreman grill&lt;/a&gt; - It might inspire you to tell your computer, "Griddle me this, Batjerk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt Christine gave me a totally ruling &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Calphalon-Commercial-Hard-Anodized-12-Inch-Everyday/dp/B00006FX83/sr=1-1/qid=1167321759/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-9766751-9986445?ie=UTF8&amp;s=home-garden"&gt;Calphalon 12" Everyday pan&lt;/a&gt;, with hard anodized surface. I made delicious steaks in it. I "deglazed" with some Charles Shaw Merlot and put a few mashed cloves of garlic in with a dash of cornstarch to make sauce. Clean-up was a breeze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116732184670055541?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116732184670055541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116732184670055541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116732184670055541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116732184670055541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/12/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116719042898775963</id><published>2006-12-26T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:33:49.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006-12-24 (Christmas Eve)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Weylu's is back in business under new management, and seems to be back to pretty much business as usual. This is a lovely warm feeling for my Greater Boston ass, and maybe for yours, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now operating under the name Jin, which is fine, although I choose to call it Weylu's since that's its name. The owners wisely decided not to redo the exterior, or the interior, so breathe easy, friends. We ate from the buffet. I could mention only those dishes of particular note, or I could mechanically enumerate them all and later talk about it a bit. Have you already correctly guessed what I'm going to do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Plate one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine rice&lt;br /&gt;Sauteed frog legs&lt;br /&gt;Peking duck with hoisin sauce&lt;br /&gt;Roast pork&lt;br /&gt;Peking pork chop&lt;br /&gt;Crab rangoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Plate two&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt-baked silver fish&lt;br /&gt;Scallion pancake&lt;br /&gt;Sesame balls&lt;br /&gt;Almond ball&lt;br /&gt;Sauteed string beans&lt;br /&gt;Lychee&lt;br /&gt;Fruit very much like lychee, but a hair larger, and yellow like a peach&lt;br /&gt;Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet glass jelly" - &lt;i&gt;They mean "grass jelly"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff crispy pear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Plate three&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesame ball&lt;br /&gt;"Jell-O" - &lt;i&gt;this was a ~cube, opaque white, in the Jell-O section. It turned out to be coconut flavored.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lychee&lt;br /&gt;Durian ball&lt;br /&gt;Golden pancake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have never had frogs' legs before. They were fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that silverfish are the most disgusting creatures in the entire planet. The salt-baked silver fish appeared to be anchovies or something, tempura fried or something. I can't see how they could possibly have been actual silverfish, but if I find out they were, I'll kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first item identified as sesame balls were small, hard pastries with sesame. I assumed that the almond ball would have red bean paste inside, but was wrong, it actually had some sort of savory-rather-than-sweet filling. "Stuff crispy pear" was a small flaky pear-shaped item - I was thinking some sort of baked pear quickly fried in a sweet dough, which sounded incredibly delicious to me. It was, in fact, a pear-shaped piece of dough stuffed with meats and vegetables. It tasted fine except for an overwhelming tang of bitter disappointment and a strong aftertaste of dreams that might have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second sesame ball was a larger dessert item which I was basically sure would have red bean paste. It was actually sweet, but had some non-red-bean filling. I was starting to get sad. The coconut Jell-O was fine. The durian ball was pretty tasty - the starchy coating was a disconcerting artificial green color, but the filling was actually pretty good. I'd be willing to try straight up durian based on it. The golden pancake, the last item I ate, turned out, finally, to have some red bean paste inside, thereby saving Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin will be hosting a New Year's Eve party. Music will be provided by Bombay Jim and the Swinging Sapphires, a group of older Caucasian gentlemen in hats. DJ Nicky T will also be appearing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116719042898775963?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116719042898775963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116719042898775963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116719042898775963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116719042898775963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-12-24-christmas-eve.html' title='2006-12-24 (Christmas Eve)'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116716111560267777</id><published>2006-12-26T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T11:25:15.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of what I baked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7746/746/1600/554064/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7746/746/320/481977/IMG_0039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116716111560267777?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116716111560267777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116716111560267777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116716111560267777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116716111560267777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/12/rest-of-what-i-baked.html' title='The rest of what I baked'/><author><name>strach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885766689240060460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116715616596507150</id><published>2006-12-26T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:02:45.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Baked: Holiday Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7746/746/1600/260790/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7746/746/320/934480/IMG_0023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gingerbread Man holding hands with Sugarcookie Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7746/746/1600/126139/IMG_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7746/746/320/157585/IMG_0025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Star of David cookie, and a cookieman I made by combining leftover sugarcookie and gingerbread dough. I named him after Tiger Woods. Also a multi-racial heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116715616596507150?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116715616596507150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116715616596507150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116715616596507150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116715616596507150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-i-baked-holiday-edition.html' title='What I Baked: Holiday Edition'/><author><name>strach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885766689240060460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116675675647760305</id><published>2006-12-21T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:05:56.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just made the most delicious tuna melt</title><content type='html'>I don't know what happened, but it was the most delicious sandwich I've ever made. Here's how I made it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuna salad:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can of tuna&lt;br /&gt;low-fat mayo&lt;br /&gt;salt &amp; garlic pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan grilled mushrooms:&lt;br /&gt;A few cremini cooked in a skillet with a little sherry &amp;amp; broth (~ tablespoon each), sprinkled with a little salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinly sliced lowfat mozzarella (don't worry, this stuff melts really well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 slices tomato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 slices rosemary ciabatta (you can get this at TJs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heated a skillet, sprayed with cooking spray. Then layered all the ingredients on the ciabatta (you need to concentrate all the filling in the very center so that when you press down on the sandwich the filling doesn't all fall out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the skillet was hot, I put the sandwich in and pressed down with another pot for about 1-2 minutes. Then I flipped it and did the same on the other side. The bread was browned really well--very dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you will be skeptical of the lowfat ingredients, but I guarantee you, this sandwich tastes like it's really bad for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116675675647760305?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116675675647760305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116675675647760305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116675675647760305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116675675647760305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-made-most-delicious-tuna-melt.html' title='I just made the most delicious tuna melt'/><author><name>strach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885766689240060460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116637919443428067</id><published>2006-12-17T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:13:14.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to Red Pearl</title><content type='html'>This week I had occasion to go to Red Pearl, a new fancy Chinese restaurant on Melrose with some of my co-workers.  I had the chef's tasting menu, which was very good.  I also had a Tokyo Rose cocktail.  This cocktail was blue and was made of blueberries.  Why was it called the Tokyo Rose?  No one could explain.  An unreasonable number of the cocktails here include Pucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole experience was marred by this exchange, between one of my colleagues and a waitress, as one of the courses was presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLLEAGUE: And what is this?&lt;br /&gt;WAITRESS: It's lahb.&lt;br /&gt;COLLEAGUE: Larb?&lt;br /&gt;WAITRESS: Lahb.  L-A-H-B.  It's Asian for "meat salad."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116637919443428067?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116637919443428067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116637919443428067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116637919443428067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116637919443428067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/12/visit-to-red-pearl.html' title='A Visit to Red Pearl'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116631782327855441</id><published>2006-12-16T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:10:23.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Chef Report</title><content type='html'>I went to Vegas from Monday to Wednesday and I ate at a couple of restaurants owned by TV chefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I ate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;At Craftsteak (Top Chef's Tom Colicchio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arugula salad&lt;br /&gt;Lobster bisque&lt;br /&gt;Braised beef short ribs&lt;br /&gt;Roasted chicken&lt;br /&gt;Roasted garlic potatoes au gratin&lt;br /&gt;Petit fours (chocolate brownie, gingerbread, white chocolate peppermint fudge)&lt;br /&gt;Caramel ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate souffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was accompanied by a relatively inexpensive bottle of rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;At Mesa Grill (Food Network's Bobby Flay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue corn pancake with barbecued duck and habañero chile sauce&lt;br /&gt;Smoked chicken and black bean quesadilla with avocado and toasted garlic creme fraiche&lt;br /&gt;Yucatan-style grilled chicken tacos with cilantro and mint&lt;br /&gt;Roasted pork tenderloin sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the two, I preferred Craftsteak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116631782327855441?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116631782327855441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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the atmosphere and food at Mario Batali and Nancy Silverton's new restaurant, Pizzeria Mozza</title><content type='html'>Douchey and salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but also I think I ordered poorly, and by the time I got there I was pretty drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116629620041483186?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116629620041483186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116629620041483186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116629620041483186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I arrived in Havana around noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Malta canned drink.&lt;/em&gt;  This tasted like pure liquid sugarcane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately I realized that my resolution to eat in only non-tourist places would be impossible.  The Cuban government has crushed small business.  It is very difficult to find a store, let alone a restaurant.  The few bakeries and hole-in-the-wall places have incredibly long lines.  There's a grey economy system of private homes that double as restaurants, but this was difficult to navigate as I don't speak Spanish. It is illegal to buy beef in Cuba (except, interestingly, for the tiny Jewish community). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuban people are banned from entering tourist establishments by themselves.  They are also incredibly poor.  As a result, English-speaking Cubans will try and get you to take them to bars to buy them drinks.  A young gentleman and lady introduced themselves, and I told them I would buy them drinks if they took me to a good restaurant.  The gentleman said he knew just the place, and kept using the words "fatty" and "Cuban" to describe the sandwich I would have.  I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 ham and cheese sandwich.&lt;/em&gt;  This was about what you'd get at ABP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 mojito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman then began offering services in which I was not interested.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edificio Bacardi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 mojito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A nameless bar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 mojito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream shop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 caramel ice cream with caramel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubans like their stuff sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los Frailes hotel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 cafe con leche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman's home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 cafe con leche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El Floridita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Floridita daiquiri&lt;br /&gt;1 Cuban sandwich.&lt;/em&gt;  This was made with chicken, pork, and a sort of potato mustard that was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fried potatoes&lt;br /&gt;fried peppers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 daiquiri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Taberna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 sweet sponge cake&lt;br /&gt;3 pieces Cuban sausage&lt;br /&gt;2 pancakes with honey topping&lt;br /&gt;1 piece pineapple&lt;br /&gt;1 piece fruit&lt;/em&gt; - FRs, can you identify it?  it was pinkish-red inside with a green rind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 glasses fruit juice - 1 pink, one mango?&lt;br /&gt;1 cafe con leche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jose Marti Airport&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roasted chicken with onions&lt;br /&gt;Black beans and rice&lt;br /&gt;1 Crystal beer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some fried plantains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116611634330757641?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116611634330757641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116611634330757641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116611634330757641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116611634330757641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-man-in-havana-or-castronomy.html' title='Our Man in Havana (or, Castronomy)'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116585941683395983</id><published>2006-12-11T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T09:50:16.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Data</title><content type='html'>I've recently been enjoying Jessica Warner's &lt;i&gt;Craze: Gin and Debauchery in the Age of Reason&lt;/i&gt; (thank you, SC), but have found some of the data a bit underwhelming. It's in line with an earlier parcel of information I digested - that in the England of Shakespeare's day, people drank a completely staggering, I mean &lt;i&gt;appalling&lt;/i&gt;, amount of beer - on average, some &lt;b&gt;250&lt;/b&gt; glasses a year. Huh? Anyways, I will let the numbers speak for themselves, so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warner chronicles the growth and decline in consumption of liquor in England as follows - these are the average numbers of gallons of liquor consumed annually per capita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1700 - one third of a gallon&lt;br /&gt;1720 - two thirds&lt;br /&gt;1729 - 1.3&lt;br /&gt;1743 - 2.2&lt;br /&gt;1752 - 1.2&lt;br /&gt;1757 - .6 at which point it stayed fairly stable for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, she notes, the consumption of beer stayed at a fairly steady 30 gallons per capita per annum throughout this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny that the growth of liquor consumption was enormous, but 2.2 gallons? Come one. One gallon is 8 pints. That means that at the peak of 2.2 gallons in 1743, people were drinking an average of 281.6 oz of liquor a year. Taking the conventional notion of one serving of liquor as being approximately 1.5 oz, that's just over 187.7 servings of liquor over the course of a year - just over one shot every other day. Of course, that's compounded by the fact that people were drinking 240 pints of "strong" beer every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, there are a lot of other things going on beyond these seemingly mundane figures - poorness of living conditions, the fact that the trouble-makers probably sat a couple of standard deviations above those mean consumption figures. I think that ignorance of basic principles of "liquor before beer" may have aggravated the situation somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warner also points out that except for the extreme highs of the 1740s, these figures are on par with the consumption of liquor in the America of the 1970s and 1980s, and were "laughably low when compared to the amounts consumed by Americans in the early years of the Republic." (Go, team!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, poor people used to be really short, etc. Still, this doesn't change the fact that I think I used to drink as much as twelve times as much as a "normal" British person of the 18th century.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116585941683395983?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116585941683395983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116585941683395983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116585941683395983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116585941683395983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/12/data.html' title='Data'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116481423268208383</id><published>2006-11-29T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T07:30:32.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Village Beat</title><content type='html'>Il Angolo Della Pasta has closed down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116481423268208383?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116481423268208383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116481423268208383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116481423268208383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116481423268208383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/11/east-village-beat.html' title='East Village Beat'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116439848923485986</id><published>2006-11-24T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:35:30.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mushroom Crostinis&lt;br /&gt;Mission Chips with Tex-Mex Salsa&lt;br /&gt;Baked Brie with Wheat Crackers&lt;br /&gt;a few glasses of Pinot Grigio&lt;br /&gt;bowl of Pumpkin Soup&lt;br /&gt;Cucumber Salad&lt;br /&gt;Crescent Roll&lt;br /&gt;a few glasses of Chardonnay&lt;br /&gt;Broccoli Casserole&lt;br /&gt;Garlic Mashed Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Butternut Squash Risotto&lt;br /&gt;Candied Sweet Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Green Bean Gremolata&lt;br /&gt;a few glasses of Champagne&lt;br /&gt;Turkey with Gravy&lt;br /&gt;Sage and Herb Stuffing&lt;br /&gt;Pomegranate Cranberry Sauce&lt;br /&gt;(nap, then)&lt;br /&gt;slice of Toffee Vanilla Ice Cream Pie&lt;br /&gt;slice of Venetian Torte&lt;br /&gt;slice of Chocolate Cake&lt;br /&gt;glass of Giant Red Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hattip: EAP, Jeff, Strach, Jones, Other Jones, Other Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116439848923485986?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116439848923485986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116439848923485986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116439848923485986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116439848923485986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiven.html' title='Thanksgiven!'/><author><name>doogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254346573992229840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116438768893273282</id><published>2006-11-24T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:01:28.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in Old Manhattan</title><content type='html'>Recently I had occasion to visit Manhattantown, and I tried to eat as well as possible.  I recommend all these places to New York-goers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First lunch, Pizza Gruppo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 slice of pepperoni pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coffee break, 9th Street Espresso:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second lunch, Nicky's Vietnamese:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken sandwich&lt;br /&gt;Orange soda&lt;br /&gt;Good, not great. Next time I'll get the pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ice Cream, Australian Farm Cream:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 scoop, mocha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Half-King:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hot apple cider&lt;br /&gt;1 Bass Ale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 glasses white wine&lt;br /&gt;1 white wine spritzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Szechuan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 crab and pork soup dumplings&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Kung Bao chicken&lt;br /&gt;Soap Opera fried chicken (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pizza Bar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 oz. Blue Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue and Gold:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116438768893273282?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116438768893273282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116438768893273282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116438768893273282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116438768893273282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-in-old-manhattan.html' title='A Day in Old Manhattan'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116438735718206582</id><published>2006-11-24T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T08:55:57.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>TURKEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116438735718206582?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116438735718206582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116438735718206582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116438735718206582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116438735718206582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116345253479300200</id><published>2006-11-13T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:15:34.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: New York Times Article That MattPod Posted on FF</title><content type='html'>This is what I ate at work yesterday for lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caesar salad&lt;br /&gt;Tomato and fresh mozzarella&lt;br /&gt;Lobster tail with drawn butter&lt;br /&gt;Prime rib au jus with creamy horseradish&lt;br /&gt;Potatoes au gratin&lt;br /&gt;Steamed asapargus&lt;br /&gt;Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two spearmint Tic Tacs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the food we get is so awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116345253479300200?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116345253479300200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116345253479300200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116345253479300200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116345253479300200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/11/re-new-york-times-article-that-mattpod.html' title='Re: New York Times Article That MattPod Posted on FF'/><author><name>Junior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172624914735262408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116338173434331639</id><published>2006-11-12T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:35:34.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beefsteak</title><content type='html'>Not so long ago, MJTM posted &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/archive/content/articles/010219fr_mitchell?010219fr_mitchell"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; old New Yorker article about beefsteaks.  I passed said article along to my friend Natch, a lover of red meats.  She resolved to host a beefsteak, and last night did so.  Aprons were provided, the entertainment was an Irish tin whistle and accordion duo, and Pabst and Stella were on tap.  This was an East Side beefsteak - no crabmeat, potatoes, or other bullshit.  Radishes and celery were the only appetizers.  Grilled skirt steak, well-marinated, was served on day-old bread.  I will investigate and report back on the ingredients in this marinade - rumor has it red wine was involved.  In any case, it was extraordinary, and made for juicy, flavorful steak.  There was no silverware. Butter and salt were the only condiments.  I melted some butter and salt together on a plate, and would run my meat through the liquid before ingesting it.  The result was scrumptious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 25 people attended.  All ate heartily.  No one was capable of driving home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116338173434331639?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116338173434331639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116338173434331639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116338173434331639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116338173434331639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/11/beefsteak.html' title='Beefsteak'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116310317793148794</id><published>2006-11-09T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:12:57.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Meal Ever Served?</title><content type='html'>FRs, I was wondering: have any of you, in your wide reading and studies, come across any claims to what was the best meal ever served?  Surely there must be some feast in the Renaissance or something for which this distinction has been claimed.  I would like to read about the candidates for "best dinner ever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116310317793148794?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116310317793148794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116310317793148794' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116310317793148794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116310317793148794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-meal-ever-served.html' title='Best Meal Ever Served?'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116258571999335871</id><published>2006-11-03T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T12:29:48.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Kind of Rum</title><content type='html'>I went to dba last night and had an interesting new kind of rum. (BTW, dba serves their  rums and cola with a lot of a rum and only a very token amount of cola.) That kind of rum: Pussers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many true and hilarious things were said about Pussers, aided by the fact that the drink was so mixed strong that it smelled enough for the whole table to smell like Pussers. But there were other things, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116258571999335871?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116258571999335871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116258571999335871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116258571999335871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116258571999335871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/11/interesting-kind-of-rum.html' title='An Interesting Kind of Rum'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116158790846043048</id><published>2006-10-23T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:18:28.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Breakfast - Astroburger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sausage, egg and cheese on an English muffin&lt;br /&gt;Small fries&lt;br /&gt;Small coffee with lots of cream and sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just after "Flags of Our Fathers"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 slice Patsy's Pepperoni Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey chili&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can golden corn&lt;br /&gt;1/2 bottle Black Swan shiraz&lt;br /&gt;Some dark chocolate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116158790846043048?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116158790846043048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116158790846043048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116158790846043048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116158790846043048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/10/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-116049349994842206</id><published>2006-10-10T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T08:18:19.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food-believe It Or Not!</title><content type='html'>- Lately, East Village Cheese has been selling 8oz tubs of Rondele brand cheese spread for a dollar. &lt;i&gt;The tubs suggest that the cheese is "perfect for hamburgers." Field tests bear up that claim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meeting a friend at Centolire, I realized I had eaten there before with the same dining companion. Our dinner? Splitting the "grande" steak with spinach and mashed potatoes - &lt;i&gt;just as we had last time!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On a recent trip to the Russian Vodka Room, I tried their garlic, pepper, and dill infused vodka. &lt;i&gt;It was very good. It had a strong smell of garlic and a pleasant dill-y aftertaste. It was also quite smooth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can hardly food-believe my ears!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-116049349994842206?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/116049349994842206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=116049349994842206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116049349994842206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/116049349994842206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/10/food-believe-it-or-not.html' title='Food-believe It Or Not!'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115928213240890938</id><published>2006-09-26T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T07:48:52.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Beat</title><content type='html'>I just found out yesterday that Amish Market (a local ~high end supermarket and lunch counter) has a continental breakfast buffet from 7 to 11 AM for $4.99 a pound. It's great! Yesterday, I got bacon and sausage and french toast and a crepe from the buffet and a banana on the side for $3.07. Today, I got bacon, sausage, french toast, caramelized bananas with strawberries, and a hash brown for $3.11. Koh got sausage, a hash brown, a veggie omelette, and a brioche. Also, you get &lt;i&gt;free&lt;/i&gt; butter and crap, and their jellies include an extremely attractive apple butter option. Hooray! They also have two kinds of oatmeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115928213240890938?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115928213240890938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115928213240890938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115928213240890938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115928213240890938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/breakfast-beat.html' title='Breakfast Beat'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115912698403525892</id><published>2006-09-24T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:43:04.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Food!</title><content type='html'>Here's what I ate at the Los Angeles County Fair:&lt;br /&gt;1 hot dog with mustard and ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;A few chili cheese fries. &lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 deep-fried Oreos.  These are fine.  As ACJ pointed out, you don't like them but you want to keep eating them.  jee suggested they may have been Hydrox, which I doubt since it would expose the seller to enormous legal liability.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get some ice cream from the ice cream place near the cow pen for obvious logical reasons but the line was too long. &lt;br /&gt;1 root beer float.&lt;br /&gt;1 baked potato with chili.&lt;br /&gt;1 iced tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115912698403525892?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115912698403525892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115912698403525892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115912698403525892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115912698403525892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/fair-food.html' title='Fair Food!'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115912363235275845</id><published>2006-09-24T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T11:47:12.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another restaurant review</title><content type='html'>I went to BLT Steak in Manhattan last weekend and had my first (American?) Kobe beef.  It was a "cheap" cut of skirt steak, but it still truly tasted like butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, BLT's menu proudly talked about how they use A Number 1 corn-fed midwestern cattle, which if you've read The Omnivore's Dilemma, translates to antibiotic-pumped, knee deep in own shit, drug-resistant e. coli-ridden poo cows.  But their popovers were the greatest thing I've eaten in the history of the world.  So if you want a heavenly popover with expensive poo-filled animal slave meat go to BLT Steak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115912363235275845?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115912363235275845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115912363235275845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115912363235275845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115912363235275845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-restaurant-review.html' title='Another restaurant review'/><author><name>she-hubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719565785899703137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115896645641626731</id><published>2006-09-22T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:07:36.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swedish Feast!</title><content type='html'>This week I went to the home of my friends Brian and Malin.  Malin is Swedish and she made a delicious Swedish feast:&lt;br /&gt;Meatballs (I ate 12, they were small)&lt;br /&gt;Boiled potatoes (3)&lt;br /&gt;Gravy (seemed like butter, cream and a few spices)&lt;br /&gt;Green beans&lt;br /&gt;Pickles (Swedish people love pickles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115896645641626731?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115896645641626731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115896645641626731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115896645641626731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115896645641626731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/swedish-feast.html' title='Swedish Feast!'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115895343136363264</id><published>2006-09-22T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:30:31.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The food at Jekyll and Hyde</title><content type='html'>is fucking terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115895343136363264?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115895343136363264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115895343136363264' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115895343136363264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115895343136363264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/food-at-jekyll-and-hyde.html' title='The food at Jekyll and Hyde'/><author><name>Junior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172624914735262408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115894567281074681</id><published>2006-09-22T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:21:12.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant Round-up</title><content type='html'>Peter Luger's - seemed nice, I had a good sandwich. I think my lunchmates may have enjoyed it even more than I did, but I definitely liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planet Hollywood - Sucks so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars 2112 - Not as bad as Planet Hollywood, but does not have much to recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jekyll and Hyde Club - I love this place! We had a totally fun time here! It really shames other theme restaurant by being so super-fun in ways that other lame theme restaurants can only dream of. Love this place! Didn't have any food, I'm not sure how the food is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115894567281074681?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115894567281074681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115894567281074681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115894567281074681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115894567281074681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/restaurant-round-up.html' title='Restaurant Round-up'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115877492792877520</id><published>2006-09-20T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T10:55:27.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horrible Truth!</title><content type='html'>The Subway near my new office sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always mangle the bread. They use a tiny little knife to cut it, and I'm not even sure that it's a bread knife. They can't cut the bread in halves well, they always flatten the bread when they're cutting a loaf into a 6" piece. They can't put the ingredients on right - I get vegetables spilling out of the end, I got a meatball marinara with two meatballs stuck squeezed in together on one end crosswise rather than lengthwise, and so consequently I had a big chunk of meatball-less bread. Sometimes the ingredients are all slid over to the bottom or top half of the roll, and so the bread closes in an awkward extruded "J" shape that is unpleasant and difficult to eat. They don't seem to care about what they're doing, and it shows with their lousy, lackluster sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway near my new office, boo to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115877492792877520?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115877492792877520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115877492792877520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115877492792877520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115877492792877520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/horrible-truth.html' title='The Horrible Truth!'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115860051256956853</id><published>2006-09-18T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T10:28:32.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch, 2006-9-18</title><content type='html'>Some fried shrimp, two stuffed grape leaves, two cheese pies, some caesar salad, some guacamole, and some tilapia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the first meal I've had in weeks that was not pizza, hot and sour soup, and a modest cheese course.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115860051256956853?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115860051256956853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115860051256956853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115860051256956853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115860051256956853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/lunch-2006-9-18.html' title='Lunch, 2006-9-18'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115774840514093495</id><published>2006-09-08T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T13:46:52.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Reporter: Nancy Pelosi</title><content type='html'>"Many Hill watchers wonder how the sixty-six-year-old Pelosi can toil so hard while remaining immaculately dressed and consistently perky. One answer: massive consumption of high-quality chocolate."&lt;br /&gt;- hattip: The Atlantic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115774840514093495?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115774840514093495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115774840514093495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115774840514093495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115774840514093495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/guest-reporter-nancy-pelosi.html' title='Guest Reporter: Nancy Pelosi'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115751679213085118</id><published>2006-09-05T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:26:32.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast-Brunch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry muffin&lt;br /&gt;OJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 packet Maruchan ramen, beef flavor&lt;br /&gt;Some dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grand Central Market:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 chicken taco&lt;br /&gt;Horchada&lt;br /&gt;1 scoop coffee ice cream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Village Pizza:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 slices pepperoni pizza&lt;br /&gt;Iced tea*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Goodnight and Good Luck":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orangina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Tea and coffee ice cream are both permitted in White September despite their caffeine content. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115751679213085118?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115751679213085118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115751679213085118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115751679213085118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115751679213085118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115750584694904143</id><published>2006-09-05T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:24:07.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday and today</title><content type='html'>09/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch, Chipotle:&lt;br /&gt;Chipotle burrito bol with steak, black beans, rice, pico de gallo, cheese, lettuce, many shakes of Tabasco&lt;br /&gt;Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner:&lt;br /&gt;Tilapia "Francese" (Rachael Ray)&lt;br /&gt;Mediterranean couscous salad w/golden raisins, toasted slivered almonds, basil (GDL)&lt;br /&gt;organic Fuji apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;1 bowl Kashi Heart to Heart oat flakes &amp; wild blueberry clusters cereal w/skim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch:&lt;br /&gt;leftover tilapia and couscous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snack:&lt;br /&gt;Tostitos with salsa con queso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner:&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti with turkey meatballs in tomato sauce (GDL)&lt;br /&gt;1 Blue Moon ale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115750584694904143?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115750584694904143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115750584694904143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;Leftover zucchini  lasagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;Raw Burrito from Erewhon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmers Market:&lt;br /&gt;Miller Lite&lt;br /&gt;Fat Tire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DC's:&lt;br /&gt;Gin and Tonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soop Sok:&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Soju&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115732800130626156?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115732800130626156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115732800130626156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack:&lt;br /&gt;Pasta sauce and Pesto on 2 kinds of raw cracker/bread (The flax crackers were much better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups coffee, black, at Insomnia Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC's:&lt;br /&gt;2-3 glasses white wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;Leftover zucchini lasagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC's:&lt;br /&gt;1 gin and tonic&lt;br /&gt;more white wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Bar:&lt;br /&gt;Soju Margarita&lt;br /&gt;Some of DC's beer (Great White?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger's:&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of beer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115723040215855619?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115723040215855619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Field!</title><content type='html'>Fact: Having grown enamored of the woman in the Jana water ads, I decided to try out the 1st place winner at the 2005 Paris Aqua Expo. It proved unremarkable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: I purchased a package of Armour's new honey flavoured brown and serve sausages. They'll never improve on the original recipe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115721784025521123?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115721784025521123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115721784025521123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115721784025521123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115721784025521123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/from-field.html' title='From the Field!'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115720879951216557</id><published>2006-09-02T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T07:53:19.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the First of September</title><content type='html'>Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;2 slices of toast with butter and marmalade&lt;br /&gt;2.5 cups coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;1 PB&amp;J&lt;br /&gt;1 pink lady apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocktails:&lt;br /&gt;1 99 cent size bag of Cape Cod Jalapeno &amp; Cheddar chips&lt;br /&gt;1 gin martini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;leftover Thai broccoli from 31 VIII&lt;br /&gt;3 glasses of Guenoc Cabernet Sauvignon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115720879951216557?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115720879951216557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115720879951216557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115720879951216557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115720879951216557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/friday-first-of-september.html' title='Friday the First of September'/><author><name>MMW</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115715034842339989</id><published>2006-09-01T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:39:08.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intoxicant-Free September!</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of what I hope to make a month free of alchohol and caffeinated beverages.  I have to allow the caffeine in chocolate, however, which keeps this from being full-on Mormonism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OJ&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Milk bar&lt;br /&gt;Raisins&lt;br /&gt;3 baby carrots&lt;br /&gt;Orangina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orangina will be my new coffee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch from Wood Ranch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babyback ribs&lt;br /&gt;Baked beans&lt;br /&gt;Garlic roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I'm feeling great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115715034842339989?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115715034842339989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115715034842339989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115715034842339989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115715034842339989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/intoxicant-free-september.html' title='Intoxicant-Free September!'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115713450453788017</id><published>2006-09-01T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:15:04.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday the Thirty-First of August</title><content type='html'>Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;plain yogurt with banana and honey&lt;br /&gt;2.5 cups coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening snack:&lt;br /&gt;1 bag of Robust Russet potato chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;rice&lt;br /&gt;broccoli, Thai-style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tumbler of 1 part Talisker mixed with 1 part cold water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115713450453788017?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115713450453788017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115713450453788017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115713450453788017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115713450453788017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/thursday-thirty-first-of-august.html' title='Thursday the Thirty-First of August'/><author><name>MMW</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115712606665278614</id><published>2006-09-01T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T08:54:26.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 31, 2006</title><content type='html'>Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smoothie&lt;/span&gt; containing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frozen blueberries, raspberries, banana. &lt;/span&gt;Plus: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dried goji berries, ground flax seed, spirulina powder, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hemp protein powder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This smoothie was brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 1oz shot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wheatgrass&lt;/span&gt; from Robek's*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;Leftover &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"taco"&lt;/span&gt; from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack:&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carob quinoa bar&lt;/span&gt; from Erewhon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt;**, black. From Insomnia cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zucchini Lasagne&lt;/span&gt;. A variation from the Rawvolution cookbook recipe. Strips of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zucchini &lt;/span&gt;(I used green and yellow), topped with a sauce made up of: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomatoes, sundried tomatoes, garlic, onion, red bell pepper, mushrooms&lt;/span&gt; (I used cremini)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, sunflower seeds, lemon juice, nama shoyu, fresh basil, and fresh oregano.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was actually quite good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*One summer in high school I worked at a juice bar called Zuka Juice (later purchased by Jamba Juice.) For our "initiation" we were forced to drink a shot of wheatgrass, if that gives you any indication of how pleasant that substance is to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**I am still figuring out the rules on what's allowed and what's not. I'm pretty sure the coffee I had was not, but some raw food restaurants offer hot coffee, so I'm letting it slide for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115712606665278614?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115712606665278614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115712606665278614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115712606665278614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115712606665278614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/09/august-31-2006.html' title='August 31, 2006'/><author><name>strach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885766689240060460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115708271874009288</id><published>2006-08-31T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:07:40.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss The Wrap</title><content type='html'>The fact that it's now called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boloco &lt;/span&gt;and the only way to get there is by crossing a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;futuristic toll bridge&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;landscaped island&lt;/span&gt; in the center of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lampoon Plaza&lt;/span&gt; only adds insult to injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I vowed to stop whining and start doing something about it. And tonight, I ate the unthinkable: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a homemade The Wrap buffalo chicken wrap&lt;/span&gt;. For serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I boiled a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;packet of Success Rice&lt;/span&gt; for like 35 minutes. Liz claimed the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fan in our living room&lt;/span&gt; was responsible for the long wait, and indeed, turning it off made a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge difference&lt;/span&gt;. I have no idea why this happened because I got a D in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science B course&lt;/span&gt;. Meanwhile, I medium-heated a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mission flour tortilla&lt;/span&gt; in a skillet, sprinkling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheddar cheese&lt;/span&gt;* all up and down its left side. SIMULTANEOUSLY, I microwaved a reusable tub of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterball pre-cooked chicken strips&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, that was only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything finished cooking at the exact same time, because of awesomeness, I spread half the packet of rice and all the chicken strips onto the tortilla's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non-cheesy hemicircle&lt;/span&gt;. Then I positively slathered the whole thing in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frank's Red Hot Buffalo Wing Sauce&lt;/span&gt; -- which, I.M.H.O., is by far the best such product on the market -- and, dare I say, WRAPPED it all up. In a wrap. It was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, I finished off the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leftover rice&lt;/span&gt;, adding a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kikkoman &lt;/span&gt;for flavor.  And that, friends, is "What I Ate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a salad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115708271874009288?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115708271874009288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115708271874009288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115708271874009288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115708271874009288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-miss-wrap.html' title='I miss The Wrap'/><author><name>doogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254346573992229840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115707061880523501</id><published>2006-08-31T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:30:18.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday the Thirtieth of August</title><content type='html'>Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;banana in yogurt with some walnuts and honey&lt;br /&gt;2.5 cups coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;1PB&amp;J&lt;br /&gt;1 apple (I think a jonagold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;gazpacho&lt;br /&gt;tuscan bread with some butter&lt;br /&gt;defrosted homemade meatloaf with ketchup and a bit of Red Hot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115707061880523501?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115707061880523501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115707061880523501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115707061880523501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115707061880523501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/wednesday-thirtieth-of-august.html' title='Wednesday the Thirtieth of August'/><author><name>MMW</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115704322122214655</id><published>2006-08-31T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T09:53:41.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 30, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I started at dinner with a variation on the taco recipe from the Rawvolution cookbook. The taco meat is made of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ground walnuts, cumin, coriander, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nama shoyu.&lt;/span&gt; I added &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red, orange, and yellow peppers, mushrooms,&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sprouts&lt;/span&gt; which I had marinaded in a simple vinaigrette. I put all this in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romaine leaf&lt;/span&gt; and topped with homemade &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;salsa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guacamole&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This tasted pretty good, but maybe that's just because everything tastes good with guacamole on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115704322122214655?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115704322122214655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115704322122214655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115704322122214655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115704322122214655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-30-2006.html' title='August 30, 2006'/><author><name>strach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885766689240060460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115704106571246579</id><published>2006-08-31T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T09:17:47.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazy Things What I Will Eat</title><content type='html'>Get ready to have your mind blown because I am going to try the raw/"living" food lifestyle for a few weeks. Have you heard of it? It's for people who think veganism is not crazy enough. They believe that cooking foods above 105 degrees F kills natural enzymes in foods. They eat only raw vegetables, fruits, nuts, and seeds. (Not even beans!) The pitch is that it gives you boundless energy and extreme mental clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I ate at "Taste Of The Goddess," a raw food cafe on Santa Monica. I had the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tacos&lt;/span&gt;" which consisted of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunflower seed cheese, tomatoes, spinach, olives, &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; peppitas, &lt;/span&gt;wrapped in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;napa cabbage leaf. &lt;/span&gt;I ate about 1/3 before I could not eat any more. Your body is not used to this much straight fiber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a small &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carob mint cookie&lt;/span&gt; which wa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so hearty that it took me three days to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be using the Rawvolution cookbook, by Matt Amsden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7746/746/1600/Rawvolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7746/746/320/Rawvolution.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says eating raw foods has intesified his energy and strength, which he proves by including a photo of himself holding his body up by his hands in the manner of a breakdancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing he says is: "Animals will begin to interact with you in a different way, as they are no longer afraid that you may eat them." So there's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115704106571246579?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115704106571246579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115704106571246579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115704106571246579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115704106571246579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/crazy-things-what-i-will-eat.html' title='The Crazy Things What I Will Eat'/><author><name>strach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16885766689240060460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115700604055833380</id><published>2006-08-30T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:34:00.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OJ&lt;br /&gt;Blueberries&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Milk bar&lt;br /&gt;Small coffee w/ cream and sugar from Black Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strach can take credit for my recent blueberry craze.  I am trusting them to keep me alive to at least age 120, when I shall tour the country promoting my memoirs and receiving kisses from co-eds charmed that I'm still so "full of life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch - Jones on Third at work:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn Chowder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 BLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snacks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Mini-Special Darks&lt;br /&gt;Pack of vanilla cream cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cocktail Hour:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Red Hook IPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trader Joe's Turkey Stromboli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Society:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 slice, chocolate cream pie&lt;br /&gt;2 glasses, Black Swan shiraz&lt;br /&gt;1 glass, Jameson over ice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115700604055833380?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115700604055833380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115700604055833380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115700604055833380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115700604055833380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday_30.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115697808256847788</id><published>2006-08-30T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T15:48:02.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things I've eaten this week</title><content type='html'>On Monday evening I made GDL's &lt;strong&gt;scampi on couscous&lt;/strong&gt;.  On Tuesday I had some &lt;strong&gt;medium-spicy boneless wings &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;poppers&lt;/strong&gt; from Pluck You.  On Wednesday I made Rachael Ray's &lt;strong&gt;salmon burgers &lt;/strong&gt;with &lt;strong&gt;caesar slaw&lt;/strong&gt;.  Whole Foods' canned wild salmon had too many bony bits in it.  Tomorrow I'll be making GDL's &lt;strong&gt;whole-wheat spaghetti with swiss chard and parmigianno-reggiano&lt;/strong&gt;.  I've also been drinking Rex Goliath Rooster chardonnay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115697808256847788?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115697808256847788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115697808256847788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115697808256847788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115697808256847788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-things-ive-eaten-this-week.html' title='Some things I&apos;ve eaten this week'/><author><name>she-hubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719565785899703137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115693702314247244</id><published>2006-08-30T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T04:23:43.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday the Twenty-Ninth of August</title><content type='html'>Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;plain yogurt with walnuts, banana, and honey&lt;br /&gt;2.5 cups coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;1 PB&amp;J&lt;br /&gt;1 pink lady apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shady Grove&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;3 Miller Lites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, at home:&lt;br /&gt;lasagna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115693702314247244?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115693702314247244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115693702314247244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115693702314247244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115693702314247244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuesday-twenty-ninth-of-august.html' title='Tuesday the Twenty-Ninth of August'/><author><name>MMW</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115685019394833294</id><published>2006-08-29T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T04:16:33.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday the Twenty-Eighth of August</title><content type='html'>Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;plain yogurt with banana and honey&lt;br /&gt;2.5 cups coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;1 jonagold apple (mealy!)&lt;br /&gt;1 PB&amp;J on cracked wheat; chunky, strawberry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack:&lt;br /&gt;2 slices of toast with butter and marmite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;leftover salad from 27 VIII&lt;br /&gt;leftover pasta from 26 VIII -- this was penne with some defrosted homemade tomato sauce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115685019394833294?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115685019394833294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115685019394833294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115685019394833294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115685019394833294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday-twenty-eighth-of-august.html' title='Monday the Twenty-Eighth of August'/><author><name>MMW</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115676369583945642</id><published>2006-08-28T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T04:14:55.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday the Twenty-Seventh of August</title><content type='html'>Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;at Pamela's&lt;br /&gt;corned beef hash &lt;br /&gt;2 eggs overeasy&lt;br /&gt;rye toast&lt;br /&gt;coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack:&lt;br /&gt;some carrots&lt;br /&gt;2 slices of bread with peanut butter and honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;baby spinach, golden beet, tomato, chevre salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert:&lt;br /&gt;small pineapple upsidedown cake, from Whole Foods&lt;br /&gt;1 armagnac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I havent posted for a while; Blogger does not appear to be working on firefox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115662872787080348</id><published>2006-08-26T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T14:45:27.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things I'm Pretty Into These Days, Which I Recommend</title><content type='html'>Tiger Milk bars.&lt;br /&gt;Orangina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115662872787080348?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115662872787080348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115662872787080348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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with red wine sauce&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;marinated zucchini and summer squash&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;orzo salad with chickpeas, grape tomatoes, red onion, and spinach&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week has been eating these leftovers and some KFC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115643180081745614?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115643180081745614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115643180081745614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115643180081745614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115643180081745614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-in-review.html' title='week in review'/><author><name>she-hubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719565785899703137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115642255013326110</id><published>2006-08-24T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T05:29:10.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, FoodReporters!</title><content type='html'>This is my report for 23 August 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;1 bowl Cracklin Oat Bran, with 1% milk&lt;br /&gt;1 everything bagel, toasted, with butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luncheon:&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atria's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 chicken sandwich with monterey jack cheese&lt;br /&gt;french fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insouciantly average, this meal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;black beans and rice with chopped carrots, celery, and a fresh diced tomato&lt;br /&gt;2 anchor steam beers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harris Grille&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1 Sierra Nevada Pale Ale&lt;br /&gt;2 Yuenglings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115642255013326110?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115642255013326110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Warbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30 pm: &lt;a href="http://florakitchen.com/index-3.html"&gt;Rita Flora&lt;/a&gt;.  The white truffle cheese omlette, a few bites of the fruit cup, 2.5 cups of coffee, glass of water with lemon.   Very satisfying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~2:15 pm: Celeb sighting #1: Lauren Conrad of "Laguna Beach" and "The Hills" at some luxury apartment building on Wilshire!  Very exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~3:15 pm: Celeb sighting #2: David Caruso with baby in front of the Hammer gift shop.  Exciting, but certainly not as exciting as the first.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 pm or so: Peach2O water from Rite Aid.  This thing was terrible.  It has the look of water, while still maintaining the consistency and full-bodied flavor of peach juice.  Yuck and more yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 pm: &lt;a href="http://www.laweekly.com/eat+drink/counter-intelligence/lima-and-vine/7904/"&gt;Los Balcones del Peru&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://losangeles.citysearch.com/profile/67316/"&gt;Mario's&lt;/a&gt; was too crowded, so we ended up here.  We shared the bread and pesto-like appetizer sauce, and I had the fantastic Bisteak Apodaca (sp?), and water.  This place is very good, inexpensive, and you're seated very quickly.  They also serve alfajores (!), which I had puzzled over during my trip to Bay Cities, but this time I was too full and refrained from dessert.  This place was a great way to end the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115619301240985643?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115619301240985643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115619301240985643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115619301240985643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115619301240985643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/yum-times-plus-celebs.html' title='Yum Times, Plus Celebs!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115614047797860973</id><published>2006-08-20T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:11:22.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest, 8/19/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10:00 am: To-go from &lt;a href="http://www.manisbakery.com/"&gt;Mani's&lt;/a&gt;: One weird chocolate croissant (much worse than Amandine -- not flaky and light, but heavy and bread-like -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; undelightful), and a single vanilla latte.  I also had one of the samples they were serving of the Strawberry Forever Cake.  Everyone should buy this cake for every occassion.  No one should buy their chocolate croissant ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 pm: A leftovers stir-fry concoction made by Papa Lo.  This included spicy green beans, weird and thin rotisserie chicken strips, egg and white rice.  While my dad was making this and I observed, it smelled great, but it turned out to be only somewhat good.  To accompany: two glasses of water.  And afterwards: a banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 pm: &lt;a href="http://nyala-la.com/"&gt;Nyala&lt;/a&gt; with Warburton and Jones:  We shared the pita-plus-hummus-ish appetizer, Yebeg Wot, Vegetarian Combination and Yesiga tibs.  I believe I had the Dukem wine, which is white and very dry, and some water.  Bonus: the jokes "tib of the iceberg" and "waitress, here's your tib" inspired an uncontrollable laughing fit in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 pm: Two powdered sugar-covered Donettes.   I loved (and continue to love) them so much that I had to add a picture to this post!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B0005YLMK8.01-A3CDPEGSIQM61V.PT01._AA280_SCLZZZZZZZ_V65990861_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 168px;" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B0005YLMK8.01-A3CDPEGSIQM61V.PT01._AA280_SCLZZZZZZZ_V65990861_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Party Times! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Spritz (Campari, Cook's champagne, and Club Soda).  Another powdered sugar-covered Donette.  Stella Artois.  A Bellini (Cook's champagne, Kern's Peach Juice).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115614047797860973?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115614047797860973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115614047797860973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115614047797860973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115614047797860973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/guest-81906.html' title='Guest, 8/19/06'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115601544351668963</id><published>2006-08-19T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:42:17.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backtracking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8/18/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 am: Amandine: Chocolate Croissant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:15 pm: The Cat and Fiddle: Strange spinach, potato, bacon and avacado salad with ranch dressing on the side.  Surprisingly hearty.  Water with lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm: some Cocoa Almonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 pm: Arby's with my dad.  Regular roast beef sandwich.  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:15 pm: English Breakfast Tea Latte at the Coffee Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45 pm: Soju with Yogo Farms yogurt drink.  Thanks, Jones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8/17/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:15 pm: leftover shuh-zuh-tow and rice, a glass of water, a cup of coffee with French Vanilla Coffeemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 pm: &lt;a href="http://losangeles.citysearch.com/profile/47208"&gt;Hide Sushi&lt;/a&gt;, a great, little, and very cheap place on Sawtelle in West LA.  They won't open on Sundays and Mondays because the chef believes that fish are fresher the other days of the week.  Their free appetizer consists of pickled cucumbers and a little bed of lettuce with sesame sauce.  I had the Chirashi, which consists of tuna, shrimp, halibut, salmon, octopus (ick!), and mackerel sashimi, plus shredded bits of egg, all on a bed of sushi rice.  I added soy sauce.  Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:35 pm: Haagen-Daaz Vanilla and Almonds ice cream bar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115601544351668963?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115601544351668963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115601544351668963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115601544351668963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115601544351668963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/backtracking.html' title='Backtracking'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115592498333019612</id><published>2006-08-18T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:16:23.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8/17</title><content type='html'>OJ, coffee.  Then at lunch I had some kind of terrible &lt;strong&gt;tofu and kale soup &lt;/strong&gt;and a &lt;strong&gt;turkey sandwich with gruyere and apples &lt;/strong&gt;from Mani's.  Apples on a sandwich always seem fun but never work.  I snacked pretty heavily on &lt;strong&gt;Andes mints&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;mini-Krackels.&lt;/strong&gt;  Dinner was from Wokano - I ate &lt;strong&gt;6 chicken dumplings, hot and sour soup,&lt;/strong&gt; and **SPOILER ALERT**saved my Kung Pao chicken for tonight.  Also I drank &lt;strong&gt;3/4 bottle of Black Swan shiraz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115592498333019612?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115592498333019612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115592498333019612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115592498333019612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115592498333019612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/817.html' title='8/17'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115585454280177862</id><published>2006-08-17T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T15:47:35.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday (8/16)</title><content type='html'>9:00 am: A few cocoa almonds to get me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45 am: 1 cup of coffee with Nestle French Vanilla Coffeemate.  One piece of whole wheat toast. Two cubes of honeydew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 pm: pre-lunch snack at &lt;a href="http://www.leafcuisine.com"&gt;Leaf&lt;/a&gt;: 1 Mock Salmon Nori Roll, which was surprisingly tasty.  Leaf is a light and airy organic vegan place in Culver City.  You won’t miss it while driving on Washington Blvd., as it’s bright green!  Although it’s no &lt;a href="http://www.realfood.com/"&gt;Real Food Daily&lt;/a&gt; and the waitstaff are really out of it, they use lots of soy and ginger sauces, which are great! To those remotely interested trying Leaf, I would recommend the “Wakame Wonder” as a starting point.  It consists of wakame seaweed in a creamy ginger-shoyu dressing wrapped in mixed greens and sprouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 pm: One salad with one of those parmesan lace cracker things on top from Wilson’s. (The director at the gallery I volunteer at ordered it for me, but I didn't get the full description.) A can of Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm: &lt;a href="http://www.bbfood.com/index.html"&gt;Buddha’s Belly&lt;/a&gt;: Ginger Fried Rice.  Lots of water with lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~10:20 pm: "Project Runway" and the bad season premiere of "Laguna Beach" Season Three at Verbena: One and a half glasses of white wine (chardonnay?), a couple Kashi TLC crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before bed: One glass of water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115585454280177862?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115585454280177862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115585454280177862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115585454280177862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115585454280177862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-816.html' title='Yesterday (8/16)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115584770570542416</id><published>2006-08-17T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:48:32.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's what I ate yesterday</title><content type='html'>Breakfast was &lt;strong&gt; OJ, coffee&lt;/strong&gt; with cream and sugar from Black Dog, a &lt;strong&gt; banana. &lt;/strong&gt;  At our table read I had four chunks of &lt;strong&gt; pineapple &lt;/strong&gt; and two glazed &lt;strong&gt; donut holes. &lt;/strong&gt; Lunch was spread from Le Petit Greek.  I had a &lt;strong&gt; gyro &lt;/strong&gt;, some &lt;strong&gt; lemon potatoes,&lt;/strong&gt; and some of that &lt;strong&gt; Greek lasagna stuff. &lt;/strong&gt; For snacks I had several &lt;strong&gt; mini-Krackels&lt;/strong&gt; and a &lt;strong&gt;Sunkist. &lt;/strong&gt; After work I went to that Spanish wine place on Fairfax across from the Farmer's Market and had three glasses of &lt;strong&gt;red wine and bread and cheese. &lt;/strong&gt; Back home I had &lt;strong&gt;Kraft Easy-Mac&lt;/strong&gt; and two glasses of &lt;strong&gt;pear brandy.  &lt;/strong&gt;Pear brandy is no apple brandy, I'll say that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115584770570542416?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115584770570542416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115584770570542416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115584770570542416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115584770570542416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/heres-what-i-ate-yesterday.html' title='Here&apos;s what I ate yesterday'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115577387699921867</id><published>2006-08-16T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T15:45:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest What *I* Ate?!, 8/15/06</title><content type='html'>11:00 am: 1 cup of coffee with Nestle French Vanilla Coffeemate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 pm – 12:30 pm: Waited in line at &lt;a href="http://www.baycitiesitaliandeli.com"&gt;Bay Cities&lt;/a&gt;.  A Santa Monica institution, Bay Cities is an Italian deli that has been recommended to me and my family for years, but today was my first visit, at my mother’s urging.  The line was outrageous, and thankfully there was a woman handing out alfajores (?) samples, which consist of a small cookie sandwich with vanilla frosting in the middle and powdered sugar dusted on top.  The quarter of an alfajore I had was great, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12:40 pm: Sunk my teeth into Bay Cities’ unrelentingly delicious Parma Prosciutto sandwich, with the works (Italian dressing, mustard, lettuce, tomatoes, peppers).  YUM.   I only had half of this sandwich because it was so big and so filling.  Also gulped down a bottle of Costco’s Kirkland water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:50 pm: Decided I was hungrier than I thought and had a mini-cannoli, also sold at Bay Cities in their refrigerator of sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:40 pm: Another mini-cannoli, in celebration of my first trip to Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:15 pm: Jasmine Milk Boba Tea from &lt;a href="http://losangeles.citysearch.com/profile/37885677/los_angeles_ca/volcano_tea.html?cslink=search_name_noncust&amp;amp;ulink=search_2_searchslot3_520__0_profile_2_1"&gt;Volcano Tea&lt;/a&gt; on Sawtelle.  While I was there, I saw &lt;a href="http://thecobrasnake.com"&gt;Mark the Cobrasnake&lt;/a&gt; with his entourage, which included his 16 year-old girlfriend and a friend who was wearing a Mark The Cobrasnake shirt, but sadly sans Steve Aoki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 pm: The other half of my Parma Proscuitto sandwich from Bay Cities.  Admittedly, this was a bit soggy, but still fantastic. A bottle of iced tea.  Some water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 am: A few cocoa almonds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115577387699921867?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115577387699921867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115577387699921867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115577387699921867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115577387699921867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/guest-what-i-ate-81506.html' title='Guest What *I* Ate?!, 8/15/06'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115574857479027541</id><published>2006-08-16T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:16:14.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Disappointments, 08/15</title><content type='html'>lunch:&lt;br /&gt;Gardenburger black bean chipotle veggie burger on wheat bun with monterey jack and ketchup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner, Les Halles Downtown:&lt;br /&gt;1 glass Alsace pinot blanc&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces bread with butter&lt;br /&gt;Coq au Vin du Printemps -- rooster in white wine and cream sauce with veggies&lt;br /&gt;some of He's frites and a bite of his steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coq au vin was &lt;em&gt;terrible&lt;/em&gt;.  I so badly wanted the steak, frites (which were good), but I felt obligated to get something else.  I chose the dryest, blandest thing on the menu.  Also, they didn't give you a little plate for bread.  And they were shilling $25 autographed copies of Anthony Bourdain's books on every table as though it were a cocktail menu at Chili's.  Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later:&lt;br /&gt;organic Fuji apple&lt;br /&gt;Newman's Own lemonade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115574857479027541?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115574857479027541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115574857479027541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115574857479027541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115574857479027541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/les-disappointments-0815.html' title='Les Disappointments, 08/15'/><author><name>she-hubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719565785899703137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115570134218948533</id><published>2006-08-15T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:09:02.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Times, 8/14/06</title><content type='html'>10:00 am: 1 medium-sized English Breakfast Tea Latte from The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between 11:00 and 3:40 pm: About 20 Cherries from Costco.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food Tip&lt;/span&gt;: Costco (at least here in LA) has fantastic fruit.  Their peaches are particularly wonderful.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:40 pm: A small Tupperware box organized as follows: one row of spicy green beans, one row of white rice, and one row of white fish with pine nuts. These I mixed together and ate with chopsticks.  I also had a cup of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 pm: 2 clementines (also from Costco). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm: Leftovers from my parents’ new Monterey Park discovery (I couldn’t squeeze the name out of them): chow mein and a hard-boiled egg pickled in black tea.   I also had a bottle of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:27 pm: A few of segments of another clementine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Hell’s Kitchen tonight, in celebration of my FoodFriends invitation!  I hadn't watched it at all, so I didn't really care about the outcome.   The ending with the doors was dramatic!  Does anyone have any thoughts about the results?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115570134218948533?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115570134218948533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115570134218948533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115570134218948533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115570134218948533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/guest-times-81406.html' title='Guest Times, 8/14/06'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115570075114750202</id><published>2006-08-15T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:02:05.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, Friends!  Thanks for having me.  I hope to regale you this week with food-loving fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you ate an entire, full-size candy bar? What kind of candy bar was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two/two and a half weeks ago, I got a full-sized Twix bar out of the LA Weekly vending machine. I wanted it to be really good because I was hungry and desperate, but it was thoroughly disappointing.  The caramel was not stretchy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a food you ate all the time as a kid, but which now disgusts you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to consume Hershey’s Miniatures constantly when I was in high school.  I would take handfuls from a glass pumpkin-shaped jar and eat them very systematically: first a Hershey Special Dark, then a Krackel, then a regular Hershey’s, and then a Mr. Goodbar (which were my least favorite).  I would repeat this until I became very ill.  The habit got to be so bad that my parents started hiding the jar, but I was sneaky and could always find it.  Much to my parents’ pleasure, I now have no desire to see any of these candies either in their miniature or full-sized form, let alone eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a recent food impulse buy which you regretted? Which you were delighted by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely regret buying a Costco bulk-sized pack of Kraft Mac `N Cheese in June.  I was way too ambitious when I snatched it up, and now it’s sitting in my parents’ newly remodeled kitchen unopened and unwanted.  In retrospect, it also makes absolutely no sense that I chose this gargantuan item while shopping with my parents because they always have gobs of good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent delight came in the form of Choco Leibniz.  I bought two boxes for Project Runway at SC’s last week.  Those cookies are great and I ate them to excess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you had to have one of the FoodFriends design your diet for a week, whom would you select?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMW.  I am always impressed by his well-curated meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are the shows you watch the most on Food Network? What are your thoughts on: Rachael Rae, Alton Brown, Nigella Lawson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only watched the Food Network here and there, but I did meet Nigella Lawson once! I was in Italy the summer before senior year, and an old painting professor took me around the Venice Biennale.  The prof is good friends with Charles Saatchi, so during an art-break he introduced me to the advertising mogul and the cooking den-mother.  She was very quiet and distracted by the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What food staple would it be most difficult for you remove from your diet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noodles!  They’re the only thing I feel truly confident preparing, and my first impulse when looking at any lunch or dinner menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I told you that you could only eat one of the following for the rest of your life, but you could always get whatever you chose as fresh and as good as possible, which would you choose? Also, assume that whichever you chose would be seedless: (1) Oranges (2) Clementines (3) Tangerines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I be so bold as to propose a fourth choice to this esteemed list of citrus fruits?  &lt;a href="http://plantanswers.tamu.edu/fruit/satsuma.html"&gt;SATSUMAS&lt;/a&gt; would be my guys.  They have a taste similar to clementines, but wear their skin loosely—for easy peeling—and also rarely bear seeds—for easy nibbling!  They also have a slight sweetness not found in clementines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also, do you prefer plastic wrap or aluminum foil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go with plastic wrap.  I love that I have to maintain focus when ripping it out of its box (for fear that it will curl, stick to itself and become useless), and I also love the idea that after being saran wrapped my food is nice and snug, as though it’s sleeping in the world’s most comfortable blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When and how did you learn to cook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would bake cookies and brownies with my mom when I was smaller, but an incident with a carrot and a peeler left me scarred for most of my young life, and away from the kitchen.  Thus, I didn’t really learn how to heat a stove until I spent that summer in Italy just before senior year of college (the same one during which I met Nigella Lawson).  I was in Milan for an internship at an art magazine and my evening and weekends in the city were filled with boredom and loneliness.  I searched through a local ex-pat magazine for things to do, and came across an English-speaking Italian woman who had placed an ad offering cooking lessons.  Her name was Roberta, and she was an internet content producer-turned-food stylist.  Her concoctions ran the gamut from miniature cakes for a Barbie photo shoot to Italianized sushi.  She was a very kind woman with impeccable style.  For the rest of the summer, I aspired to be her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I went to her attic apartment—which was decorated with quotations and books she had fashioned into sculpture—she asked me what I wanted to learn how to make and I said pasta and only pasta!  She laughed and told me there was so much more.  I only had three lessons with her, but she taught me how to make several different recipes: insalata caprese (that was a short lesson in which she basically taught me how to hold knives), pasta (regular tomato sauce, arrabbiata, carbonara), and risotto (mushroom and milanese). I don’t remember each recipe fully, and I’m still a terrible cook, but it was a good first foray into the culinary world.  I also think the reason I’m wary of preparing meat is because Roberta didn’t teach me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A quirk of fate leaves you in each of the following cities for long enough to have only one meal. What/where do you eat? Boston, Cambridge, New York, LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boston&lt;/span&gt;: I didn’t dine out much in Boston proper during college, so I’ll have to go with Locke-Ober, which I experienced for the first time on the eve of 2006.  And I would replicate the meal I had that night, which I know included lobster bisque, and perhaps venison?  I can’t remember it in full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cambridge&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.darwinsltd.com/"&gt;Darwin’s Limited&lt;/a&gt; on Mt. Auburn for a Longfellow Sandwich.  I would also get my sandwich to go and make a quick trip to Toscanini’s, where I’d order a vanilla Micro Sundae with rainbow jimmies and chocolate syrup.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;: I am usually poor and hungry when visiting New York, so I don’t have a favorite. &lt;a href="http://www.zenpalate.com/home.htm"&gt;Zen Palate&lt;/a&gt; comes to mind, though.  I have had the fortune of having very good meals there which probably consisted of Stir-fried rice noodle with vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LA&lt;/span&gt;: I will break this down by meal.&lt;br /&gt;For breakfast: &lt;a href="http://losangeles.citysearch.com/profile/38547517"&gt;Amandine Patisserie&lt;/a&gt; in Brentwood for the most delicious chocolate croissants this side of the Atlantic!&lt;br /&gt;For brunch: &lt;a href="http://www.campanilerestaurant.com/"&gt;Campanile&lt;/a&gt; for the hot chocolate and their eggs benedict.&lt;br /&gt;For lunch: &lt;a href="http://www.americascuisine.com/restmenu.cfm/cityId/10/restId/455"&gt;Taiko&lt;/a&gt; for cold tanuki soba, pumpkin tempura and a spicy tuna roll; or &lt;a href="http://www.angelicaffe.com/"&gt;Angeli Caffe&lt;/a&gt; for slow food champion and "Good Food" hostess Evan Kleiman’s suppli and spaghetti aglio e olio.&lt;br /&gt;For dinner: &lt;a href="http://www.ortolanrestaurant.com/"&gt;Ortolan&lt;/a&gt;, chef’s menu; or the Monterey Park restaurant my parents and I have been going to for years, &lt;a href="http://www.calendarlive.com/search/96772,0,1500551.venue"&gt;Lake Spring Shanghai&lt;/a&gt;.  At Lake Spring, I would order Shuh-Zuh-Tow (which mean’s “Lion’s Head”, but which is just big pork meatballs and cabbage in soupy brown sauce), Vegetable Chow Mein, and their shrimp with candied walnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name a fruit, meat, soda, and candy you despise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit: Mangos.  (When I was last tested, I was allergic!)&lt;br /&gt;Meat: I’m not such a fan of chicken.  At most Asian restaurants, I will order tofu over chicken any day.  And at European/Western-styled establishments, I will go for beef or pork.&lt;br /&gt;Soda: Like fellow O-dog Owen, I never took a shining to soda.  But if Orangina or San Aranciata count, then I finally have!&lt;br /&gt;Candy: Black licorice.  Puke city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a teleporter, and can send you anywhere in the world for dinner.  Where will you go, what will you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fatduck.co.uk/"&gt;The Fat Duck&lt;/a&gt;.  It was rated the best restaurant in the world by &lt;a href="http://www.worldpress.org/Americas/2090.cfm"&gt;Restaurant Magazine in 2005&lt;/a&gt;!  No doubt I would choose their Tasting Menu, but I would tell them I am allergic to mangos, and they would substitute with something equally enticing.  I would bite the bullet and eat their bacon and eggs ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name a food that evokes a strong memory of a particular time and place in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom used to go on lots of business trips, so she would freeze a bunch of dumplings filled with spinach, shitake mushroom and clear-noodles for my dad to fry for dinner.  I ate these most every weeknight from middle school until the end of high school. I’m still not sick of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your relationship to caffeine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to only drink tea lattes, which proved to be a ridiculous strain on my wallet.  But I’ve taken a liking to coffee recently, thanks to sugar and milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the best burger you've ever had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-N-Out’s Animal Style burger.  However, I hope to get a table at Father's Office one day and order one of theirs, along with their mini-shopping cart full of sweet potato fries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a food replicator from Star Trek Next Generation, what do you order and how do you order it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect mushroom risotto, with a liberal sprinkling of parmesan on top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any foods that would receive an f- grade from you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken feet, tripe, cow’s tongue, termites, octopus, fake cherry flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Along the lines of "Salt," "Cod," and "History of the World In Six Glasses," what foodstuff would you most like to read a book about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to learn more about the history of cookbook illustrations. I would also be interested in reading about the history of the wok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there any food you are embarrassed about how much you like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a food, but a beverage: I love Fiji water.  I buy it to celebrate or console myself, as though this overpriced water were a fine wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not a food, but a condiment: I keep Arby’s special sauce in my car just in case I forget to get it from the window teller, or in the event that I might need a good-tasting spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite meal in the Harvard dining halls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I typically don’t like chicken, I would eagerly await the broccoli chicken. I also discovered mixing cereals thanks to HUDS, although it’s a technique that I have rarely used in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite beers? What are your favorite wines? What are your favorite liquors?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your favorite cocktails? Do you feel that you have a signature drink? If a FoodFriend ever had to order a drink for you while you were in the restroom, what drink should they order?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite beer: Corona, Red Stripe.  Favorite wine: Reisling.  Favorite liquors: I have recently become a fan of Campari; Lillet was a fantastic birthday present from Dustin and Mareda; and soju in all its flavors gets my thumbs up (hat tip, Danny). Favorite cocktail: The Crimson Cosmo at &lt;a href="http://www.lunaparkla.com/"&gt;Luna Park&lt;/a&gt;.  No signature drink, unfortunately.  But if I’ve stepped into the loo, please be so kind as to order me a white wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last question: What is your favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Lo Mein, but CHOW MEIN!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115570075114750202?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115570075114750202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115570075114750202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115570075114750202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115570075114750202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-friends-thanks-for-having-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115568302610070845</id><published>2006-08-15T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:03:46.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 14</title><content type='html'>lunch, Zen Chinese Cuisine:&lt;br /&gt;hot &amp; sour soup&lt;br /&gt;brown rice&lt;br /&gt;calamari with bamboo shoots and preserved greens&lt;br /&gt;prawns with spicy garlic sauce&lt;br /&gt;tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner:&lt;br /&gt;Stouffer's deluxe frozen pizza&lt;br /&gt;1 Kirin Ichiban&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115568302610070845?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115568302610070845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115568302610070845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115568302610070845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115568302610070845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-14.html' title='August 14'/><author><name>she-hubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719565785899703137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115564261961925176</id><published>2006-08-15T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T04:50:19.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday the Fourteenth of August</title><content type='html'>Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;yogurt with 2 sliced plums and honey&lt;br /&gt;2.5 cups of coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;pad thai with chicken from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lulu's Noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack:&lt;br /&gt;1 99 cent size bag of Cape Cod Beachside Barbecue chips&lt;br /&gt;1 Wolaver's IPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dinner of three small courses:&lt;br /&gt;1 ear of corn. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corn can be made in a microwave. Wrap the shucked ear in wax paper. 1 minute per ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 slice of vidalia onion pie&lt;br /&gt;leftover zucchini-pea risotto&lt;br /&gt;2 anchor steam beers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115564261961925176?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115564261961925176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115564261961925176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115564261961925176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115564261961925176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday-fourteenth-of-august.html' title='Monday the Fourteenth of August'/><author><name>MMW</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115558826042482483</id><published>2006-08-14T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:44:20.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GR!</title><content type='html'>This week's guest reporter will be noted LA cheermonger MLo, blessed with a fine dumpling hand and winning attitude.  Let's hope she combines the dangerous excitement of Owen with the scholarly precision of DanO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115558826042482483?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115558826042482483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115558826042482483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115558826042482483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115558826042482483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/gr.html' title='GR!'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115555555442697509</id><published>2006-08-14T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:39:14.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday the Thirteenth of August</title><content type='html'>Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;2 cups of coffee from the Hearth Room, consumed while on the road&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of propel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late lunch:&lt;br /&gt;1 large slice of vidalia onion pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;zucchini-pea risotto&lt;br /&gt;2 anchor steam beers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The zucchini in the risotto wasnt a complete success, as it was a bit watery. But tasty enough, I suppose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115555555442697509?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115555555442697509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115555555442697509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115555555442697509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115555555442697509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunday-thirteenth-of-august.html' title='Sunday the Thirteenth of August'/><author><name>MMW</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115542892928330437</id><published>2006-08-12T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T17:28:50.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations  Mike and Sue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2429/573/0/Photo-729283.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Here is what I'm eating at your wedding right now.  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That is one lost to the whirlwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Orologio, w/ John and Mattpod, and I had pasta with chicken, and a Perroni.  Ice creamed dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/30&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Cafécito w/ John, Mattpod, and Walt.  I had a pressed cuban chicken sandwich.  I wish I had known about this place sooner and then you all surely would have seen it in my reports often!  I said that the waitress was pretty many times and she heard me and was upset.  She didn't give us food for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Luzzo's w/ John, Mattpod, and Walt.  I had chicken parmigiana and some penne pasta.  There was wine involved to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/31  Move Out Day.&lt;br /&gt;A toasted bagel w/ butter that Walt picked up for me because I had to wait for my mover's to arrive.  Surprise!  They didn't arrive for 3 more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some chicken and rolls and orange juice at Mattpod's grandma's house.  Some orange flavored chocolates for dessert.  Did I sleep on a single bed that was for some reason attached to Mattpod's bed that was 3 inches away, at Mattpod's grandma's house?  Experts will agree that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/1  Tuesday is Travel Day&lt;br /&gt;A plain toasted bagel from Zabar's via Mattpod's grandma.  Some OJ.  Chocolate frozen yogurt at JFK.  Why at airports do people feel like they should eat dinner food at 9 in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some life-savers on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cheddar goldfish in the car from the airport.  Hello L.A.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chicken sandwich w/ fries at one of the million Perry's Cafés along the Pacific Coast H'way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Phil Angelides' campaign event, w/ special guests Bill Clinton, Magic Johnson, Kathy Griffin, and the princess from Spaceballs who wasn't a special guest, but who was there and who I later checked out on imdb.&lt;br /&gt;1 glass of white wine.  1 Heineken.&lt;br /&gt;Some roast turkey and a croissant.&lt;br /&gt;2/3 of a Bass, and some bits of toast from some stranger's sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/2  Vacation Finally Begins&lt;br /&gt;Xtina and I made pancakes in the morning, but in translating the recipé into a half-batch, we mixed up the proportions of the ingredients, and the pancakes ended up being horrible.  This was compounded by the fact that the syrup was spoiled so we had to throw it away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled chicken sandwich w/ fries and OJ for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was from Bristol Farms supermarket:&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish and 1 bass ale at sunset.  This was very romantic and I talked a lot about God and Space.&lt;br /&gt;2 lamb chops.  Green beans.  Buttered bread.  1/2 bottle of wine.  1/2 chocolate chip cookie.  The wine glasses at Xtina's apartment hold about 1/2 a bottle of wine, which is great when you want to get drunk.  Which you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/3&lt;br /&gt;Smoked turkey on baguette.  Cheddar goldfish.  Part 2 of chocolate chip cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 vanilla chocolate swirl frozen yogurt at the Santa Monica Pier.  1 quarter's worth of M&amp;M's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner w/ Danger and Strach.&lt;br /&gt;Stacy's pita chips and tomato and pesto hummus.  1 beer, I forget which kind.  Presidio?&lt;br /&gt;White rice, teriyaki salmon, broccoli, and asparagus.  3 bottles of wine split 4 ways.  2 Heinekens.  1/2 chocolate chip, 1/2 chocolate chocolate chip cookie w/ vanilla double churned ice cream and chocolate syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/4&lt;br /&gt;Smoked turkey on Baguette.  Pita chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gala apple after some strenuous boogie boarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/3 vanilla chocolate swirl frozen yogurt at Venice Beach.  When we first looked for this we went to Cold Stone Creamery even though I knew they don't have soft serve and when we asked where we could find it, the girl suggested the liquor store.  That was her first suggestion.  "Maybe the liquor store?"  She was wrong.  Not as wrong as I would have thought though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pita chips.  Some Hershey's Hugs at Talladega Nights.&lt;br /&gt;We tried to go to Cha Cha Chicken, but it closed 1 minute before we got there, so we got pizza from some place where the word Dough was maybe in the name?  It was on Main Street in Santa Monica.  I had 1/2 slice cheese and 1 slice chicken and basil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 kinds of shitty beer at Yank's beer tasting at Dougan, Cort, Liz and Jeff's apartment.  Some oyster crackers.  A little bit of  bread.  A red stripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a traumatic experience when we arrived home, which was that a dude was passed out drunk on the ground next to his car in the garage of Xtina's apartment building and he wouldn't wake up, so we called the paramedics and they took care of it.  On the ground it looked like he had a mustache, but when he got up he looked like that crooked cop/amway salesman from the movie "Go" and he had a lot of drool.  Anyway, Xtina was pretty shaken and so we had some vanilla ice-cream w/ chocolate syrup and watched a bunch of the movie "Second Hand Lions."  Haley Joel Osmont is the worst and he has a huge butt and he ruined an already terrible movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/5 Last Day of Vacation&lt;br /&gt;Some non-yeast sourdough bread w/arugula and smoked turkey.  Goldfish.  OJ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ at Chun's.&lt;br /&gt;Grilled chicken, buns, chips, some Asahi, Alaskan something, some other stuff.  Some shots.  Celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/6  Travel Day&lt;br /&gt;We wanted breakfast, and we heard Ivy On the Shore was good.  &lt;br /&gt;OJ was 8 dollars, pancakes were 22 dollars.  But everything was very good.  There are free scones, which I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane:  Goldfish.  Turkey sandwich.  Hugs.  OJ.  Life Savers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch up with this week during next week.  Now that I wrote all about my vacation I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZK's Tips for Travel:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pack Lightly&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink Lots of Water&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a Means of Transportation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115533423811088584?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115533423811088584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115533423811088584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115533423811088584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115533423811088584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/zk-on-food-travel-and-romance.html' title='ZK, on Food, Travel, and Romance'/><author><name>Zachary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16926858269587133305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115523954694308356</id><published>2006-08-10T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T12:52:26.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8.9.06</title><content type='html'>1 milano cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Famiglia Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 slice cheese pizza&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This place has a lot of promotional tools for franchising on the walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Giant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smuttynose IPA&lt;br /&gt;Some Syrah&lt;br /&gt;Sweet corn soup&lt;br /&gt;Scallops with corn, pea, fava bean, tomato succotash&lt;br /&gt;Peat monster whiskey&lt;br /&gt;Lime mint gelato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Skinny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some budweisers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115523954694308356?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115523954694308356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115523954694308356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115523954694308356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115523954694308356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/8906_10.html' title='8.9.06'/><author><name>mdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438809221871334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115522944432450555</id><published>2006-08-10T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T10:04:04.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graffiti</title><content type='html'>In the boys' room at Go Go Dim Sum, underneath the graffito reading, "Go Go Dim Sum = Heavenly," another says, "Go Go Dim Sum = Vision of Metropolis."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115522944432450555?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115516189917920226</id><published>2006-08-09T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:18:19.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>microwave</title><content type='html'>Does anyone or anyone's food buddy need a microwave?  I have one to give away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115516189917920226?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115516189917920226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115516189917920226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115516189917920226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115516189917920226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/microwave.html' title='microwave'/><author><name>she-hubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719565785899703137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115515486563726377</id><published>2006-08-09T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:21:05.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Ate: San Francisco, 8.4-8.06</title><content type='html'>8.4.06 -- New York&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled Eggs&lt;br /&gt;English Muffin&lt;br /&gt;Peach-apricot Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airplane&lt;br /&gt;Pretzels&lt;br /&gt;Diet pepsi -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No diet coke on United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'Hare Airport, Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chili's To Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burger with bacon, chipotle sauce, blue cheese&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This wasn't very good, or cheap, but it was either Chili's To Go or a $5.00 United Airlines Snack box. For some reason Chili's To Go Chicago only offers hamburgers and a Philly Steak and Cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Stella artois&lt;br /&gt;Beet salad, greens, goat cheese&lt;br /&gt;Potato-leek soup&lt;br /&gt;Pesto Bruschetta&lt;br /&gt;White wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottom of the Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budweiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tartine Bakery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of:&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate croissant&lt;br /&gt;Ham and cheese croissant&lt;br /&gt;Muesli&lt;br /&gt;Bread pudding with nectarines, raspberries&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought the bread pudding was the best, it was made with brioche. The croissants were great and huge also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BBQ @ Spreck's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Tire Ale&lt;br /&gt;Some red wine&lt;br /&gt;Guacamole + Salsa (Foodfriends Jamie and Sarah and I made these two items)&lt;br /&gt;Babyback ribs&lt;br /&gt;BBQ'd chicken&lt;br /&gt;Homemade veggie burger -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think this was made with breadcrumbs, mushrooms, beans, and some other stuff that I can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinach salad&lt;br /&gt;Sugar cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zeitgeist&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brown Ale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.6.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ferry Building Marketplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable samosa&lt;br /&gt;Duck rillette sandwich&lt;br /&gt;Meyer lemon Grown Up Soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;Boont amber ale&lt;br /&gt;White Wine&lt;br /&gt;Potatoes Anna&lt;br /&gt;Steamed broccoli romanescu&lt;br /&gt;Salmon w/ white wine lemon sauce -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We used frozen, packaged salmon and it came out terribly. I don't know if this was our fault or the salmon's. The sauce was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked polenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We decided to use whatever leftover foods were around the fridge and pantry for this meal. It turned out to be a lot of effort and yielded pretty mixed results at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sea Bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry chewy candy&lt;br /&gt;Diet coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.7.08&lt;br /&gt;2 poached eggs&lt;br /&gt;Fried polenta -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This turned out better than our baked batch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salsa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top of Mt. Tam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trail mix: peanuts and chocolate chips&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chez Panisse, Cafe Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauvignon Blanc&lt;br /&gt;Rocket salad with pecorino, hazelnu&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ts&lt;br /&gt;Bite of Jamie's tomato, avocado toasts&lt;br /&gt;Bite of Sarah's Little gem lettuce salad&lt;br /&gt;Roasted quail, liver crostini, frisee, figs -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alert: the liver crostini was the best part of the meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vin Santo&lt;br /&gt;Cheese: Fougerus, Fourme D'Ambert, Montagne de Bethmale&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8.8.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;San Francisco Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate chip scone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O'Hare Airport Quizno's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesquite chicken sub&lt;br /&gt;Diet coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home: Artie's Takeout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matzo ball soup&lt;br /&gt;Brisket on rye&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115515486563726377?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115515486563726377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115515486563726377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115515486563726377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115515486563726377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-i-ate-san-francisco-84-806.html' title='What I Ate: San Francisco, 8.4-8.06'/><author><name>mdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15438809221871334294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115515151826558802</id><published>2006-08-09T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:25:18.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08/08</title><content type='html'>lunch, Au Bon Pain in the World Financial Center:&lt;br /&gt;Mediterranean wrap with roasted red pepper spread, olives, cucumber, lettuce, feta&lt;br /&gt;Miss Vickie's sea salt and vinegar chips&lt;br /&gt;Nantucket Necatars orange-mango drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner, some weird restaurant in Battery Park:&lt;br /&gt;Chicken parmesan with spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;bread with butter&lt;br /&gt;half a Caesar salad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115515151826558802?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115515151826558802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115515151826558802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115515151826558802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115515151826558802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/0808.html' title='08/08'/><author><name>she-hubbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04719565785899703137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115515171572123386</id><published>2006-08-09T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:28:35.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Hollywood</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, professional considerations obliged me to take lunch at Planet Hollywood. Wow, what a bad restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115515171572123386?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115515171572123386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115515171572123386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115515171572123386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115515171572123386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/planet-hollywood.html' title='Planet Hollywood'/><author><name>Jack</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22425997.post-115515028983462206</id><published>2006-08-09T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:05:11.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keep it alive</title><content type='html'>YESTERDAY I began the day with two &lt;strong&gt; home brown hash browns &lt;/strong&gt; salted and peppered in the pan, and &lt;strong&gt; two strips of bacon &lt;/strong&gt; plus my standard OJ.  I also had an &lt;strong&gt; espresso &lt;/strong&gt; and some &lt;strong&gt; blueberries. &lt;/strong&gt; For lunch, we ordered from Prado Food Of The Americas.  I got &lt;strong&gt; papaya chicken with black beans and rice &lt;/strong&gt; but they didn't have my favorite thing, Jamaican tamales.  I had some &lt;strong&gt; glazed donut holes &lt;/strong&gt;, then later some &lt;strong&gt; coffee &lt;/strong&gt; and an &lt;strong&gt; Andes candy &lt;/strong&gt;.  We got out of work early so I had a &lt;strong&gt; Sam Adams Summer Ale &lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt; 1/3 bottle of Smoking Loon Chardonnay &lt;/strong&gt;.  Dinner with co-workers at Maggiano's, where the food is not good, was &lt;strong&gt; Parmesan garlic bread &lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt; meat lasagna &lt;/strong&gt; along with some nice &lt;strong&gt; red wine &lt;/strong&gt;.  Later, &lt;strong&gt; Calvados &lt;/strong&gt; and a &lt;strong&gt; Neapolitan ice cream sandwich &lt;/strong&gt; as I watched a great car chase on the local news. The guy went into a farm, and drove between the trees, and then got out of the car and even the helicopter couldn't see him and they had to send in the dogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22425997-115515028983462206?l=foodreporter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/feeds/115515028983462206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22425997&amp;postID=115515028983462206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115515028983462206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22425997/posts/default/115515028983462206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodreporter.blogspot.com/2006/08/keep-it-alive.html' title='keep it alive'/><author><name>SC</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
