Adventures in Astoria and beyond — Zora O’Neill’s writing on food and travel
From the category archives:
I wrote this in New Year’s Eve and forgot to post it because I could never get online. Now I’m mooching off the motor lodge next door here in otherwise rustico Taos. Whatever works… So, the recap:
So it’s come to this: Last night I cruised my neighborhood very slowly with my computer [...]
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Because I’ve been too busy to do any real thinking about anything but bus schedules and synonyms for “beach,” I’m handing the reins over to the talented Ms. Adriana (though she doesn’t even know it). Here’s a handy tip that _could_ end in tragedy!
anyhow, do you know how to make dulce de leche from [...]
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My roommate does exist as more than a comedic foil. He also has a name: Aaron. And he’s more on the ball than I realized. Or he has more downtime at work. He spoke up for himself in the comments section of the “Condimental” post from last month, as he [...]
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Hello, ducks–will you be my dinner?
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Weighing the bird–six pounds is perfect.
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Off you go to the back room…
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How can I come back from Mexico, to what is basically an empty fridge, and still have a hard time tossing something on the top shelf?
Condiments. I knew they’d become a problem before I even left, when I was balancing the anchovies on top of the tahini to make more room on the top [...]
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This, along with many other miniature store renderings, was in the “museum” at the glitzy Xcaret eco-park south of Playa del Carmen.
This all reminded me of Tinkertown, a nifty little museum near my house growing up. Ross Ward’s slogan was “I did all this while you were watching TV.”
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So I availed myself of two semi-gourmet treats that my local, non-gourmet produce stand stocks every spring: cardoons and cranberry beans. I’m sure I’ll be cosmically punished for this attitude, but I can’t tell you what kind of smug satisfaction I get from buying things like this at Top Tomato, where everyone speaks [...]
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I’m getting a little worried about myself. All this bluster about fresh-killed meat, but this weekend I was dealing with a few chickens from the petting zoo and felt a small twinge of nausea. Granted, I was having to pull some of their feathers out (new workers at that place don’t seem so [...]
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Why do I love my neighborhood so? It’s all about the groceries. (Has “It’s all about…” ever had those words tacked on the end?)
When I first got off the train in Astoria, when I’d first arrived in New York and was looking for an apartment, one of the first things I saw [...]
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