The kind of site I'd like to do, if I could stand being so thorough and anal, this is a nice little guide to NYC Chinatown snacks, complete with photos.
Author: zora
Nose to Tail
A lovely little article about Fergus Henderson, the man who wrote Nose to Tail Eating.
Condimental
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?
Duck, duck, grease
Last night was Sunday and Peter's birthday--a double call for dinner. Tamara's sharp invitation to dinner at Peter's new apartment (housewarming too: make that a triple call for dinner) reminded us it was his Jesus year, and that the birthday boy should be affectionately referred to as "you fucking fag."
Winding down
Tonight's my last night--back in the old favorite Playa del Carmen. Not the greatest beach town, but certainly not the worst, and the array of the Italian tourists' bathing suit styles and depths of tans is quite impressive.
Two links in blogland
Adrienne's report about her summer adventures is a model sample of action-packed travel fun.
Not dead. Just dead tired.
My pants smell like old plush bus seat--I know you know what I'm talking about.
Not dead. Just hungry.
More details to come, but last week was a high-speed car chase.
In culo della balena….
For obvious reasons, this Italian phrase ('In the ass of the whale...we're hoping he doesn't shit') was running through my head two days ago when I jumped in the water with an eight-meter-long whale shark.
What I Ate
Oh yeah, today at a cheery little cafeteria in Cancun: big oval quesadillas of thick, chewy corn tortillas filled with 1) sauteed squash blossoms and 2) huitlacoche, aka white-trash truffles, that corn fungus that's all black and tastes like bacon.