My pal Josh, who I know through my guilty-pleasure freelance gig (rhymes with Gus Freakly), also writes about cheap and delicious food for various rags around town. He is the original Dumpling Man, in my book. Now he just published a column (his regular NY Press gig) about discovering homemade, hand-delivered-to-drunks-in-bars fried chicken in Brooklyn. [...]
Huh. I wrote this in a frenzy last week, and never posted it. Sad how the glory of pit-roasting wears off after just a few days back at the city grind. But right now I’m working at the building down at the WTC site, which is so beautiful, and the people in the office are [...]
I hope Rick Bayless was online recently to read The Homesick Texan’s inspiring post on DIY lard. Bayless is such a lard advocate that Peter and I now imagine him popping up everywhere, magically, like a leprechaun, every time the word lard is uttered, or even thought, and proceeding to rub his hands with glee [...]
Nicely, The Age of Melbourne printed my indignant letter re: the earlier LP-was-our-idol-now-let’s-destroy-it story. Whenever Peter and I talk about the complaint letters we’re planning to write, we just mime typing and say, “Mrah-mrah-mrah mrah-mraaaaah” in a cranky voice. It’s a rare moment I was actually able to say something more articulate, and it’s also [...]