Posts tagged “food”
My grocery list swings wildly between sophisticated cheese shop hauls and pure childhood junk food binges. I genuinely can't tell which one represents the real me.
I hate bread machines. Making your own bread, soap, and shoes ignores centuries of industrial progress that dramatically improved everyone's lives. Same people buy organic food without realizing modern farming methods literally saved the world from mass starvation.
A meme stolen from Ed: four jobs, places I've lived, TV shows, vacation spots, favorite dishes, daily websites, and places I'd rather be. Coventry is the arsehole of the universe. Not tagging anyone, but help yourself.
After a week of fever, I've realized my terrible diet is killing me. I'm committing to a month of cooking real food every day. I need your help: suggest three complete, healthy meals I can make in under 90 minutes, with fridge-friendly ingredients. No pimento peppers. Help me not die.
Day 4 in NYC: manicures (for M, not me, not yet), Central Park, a $750 coat that saved me $1750, cocktails at the Ritz with Jersey City views, Mexican food, and clubbing at a smoke-filled Miss Shapes. Also spotted Carson from Queer Eye at a bar whose liquor license had just been suspended.
Packed two days of classic NYC into pancakes, Soho shopping, Chinatown internet cafes, Korean-run Cajun food, Macy's splurges, Art Deco, the Empire State Building, sushi, and ice cream. Day 1 covered the Frick, MoMA, Central Park, Trump Tower, and Mexican food. We're not wasting a minute.
First morning in New York and I've already bought an iPod nano, a new camera, eaten an enormous burger, and caught short films by Daily Show writers. All since landing. Woo!
My cooking is snowballing. I made spicy chicken goujons and realized I already had most of the ingredients -- because past recipes stocked my pantry. Good ingredients inspire more cooking, which inspires more ingredient-buying. Now I have fancy mustard and feel compelled to cook beef. Come round for dinner?
Made chicken stuffed with brie and leeks largely on my own, with only minor interventions from my housemate. It was actually pretty good, if slightly under-seasoned. Two years of weekly practice and I'm finally getting the hang of this cooking thing.
I drink an alarming amount of Yazoo. If it turns out to be bad for me, I'm done for. Worth it though.
Impromptu picnic in Hyde Park this Friday if the weather holds. Have my number? Grab strawberries and cream from M&S and give me a call.
A blow-by-blow of a pretty standard day: tube delays, mug theft, a near heart-attack over phantom missing thousands, Polish policeman jokes with no punchline, and an estimate with a gaping hole in it. Saved by metric tonnes of fajita.
Supermarket checkouts are a window into people's lifestyles and choices. I love judging what's in other people's baskets, though I'm aware that says more about me than them.
Creme eggs should be sold in six-packs year-round. I'm just sayin'.
