After a certain point, everything I write starts to sound the same: we cooked a big meal, it was delicious, and we all love each other soooo much. Well, it's true. But boring.
Tag: wedding
Kabab Cafe, for old time’s sake
Dang, Tang.
Last year when I first went to Mexico, I got a little excited about all the flavors of Tang, and I bought Peter a bag of tamarind-flavor Tang. It's been sitting untouched for a year, but finally got its chance to shine:
Mmmm, Montreal
Now I'm _really_ back. Echoing my May itinerary, I did a full North American tour in a week, swapping my bag of sweaty tank tops and sandals for leather pants and a wool sweater and heading up north to Montreal.
You can’t take it with you
By contrast with DiFara's, a much more sociable meal occurred last week--and by "sociable," I mean there was lots of booze involved. Peter and I finally went to Spice Market.
Down Mexico Way
Anyway, this doesn't have anything to do with food, but I witnessed two weddings this week, and they couldn't have been more opposite.
Hide the Salami–the Turks Are Coming!
That was the official name of the wedding party Peter and Amy threw for Amy's friend Martha and her newly betrothed, Hakan. We never really ascertained whether the Turks got the whole joke, but none of them seemed offended that we were fixated on their not eating pork.