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Thanksgiving is great. Love it. Thank you, America. Especially for the sweet potato bake. But I’m not going to lie – I might actually enjoy the leftovers more than the dinner.
Last year, Jon and I decided that we would head over to Williamsburg to experience the traditions of Hanukkah in their natural setting. Cultural tourists to the core, we had a list of restaurants in hand, each one specializing in … Continue reading
The Upper West Side is a great place to be on Halloween. The houses lining 69th street are decorated as individually themed haunted houses, ranging from the frightening – serial killers in the process of being electrocuted, dangling corpses from … Continue reading
Back in New York on the cusp of a New Year brimming with possibilities, Jon and I headed more or less from the airport to a party in Brooklyn hosted by our friends Shea and Raphael with their adorable sausage dog … Continue reading
Imam bayildi is one of the all time great, most delicious ways to eat aubergine / eggplant.
The name means “the priest wept”, and theories as to why exactly the priest wept abound; possibly he had a young wife whose dowery was mostly paid up in barrels of olive oil. She cooked this dish for him. He loved it. She cooked it again for him. He loved it. She cooked it again, and that was the end of her olive oil dowery. Or possibly the priest cried in sheer pleasure as olive oil dripped down his chin when he took his first mouthful of creamy eggplant, and soft sweet tangle of onions. Continue reading
Last weekend we had a redo of the weekend that never was, where a group of New Yorkers drove 3 hours into the countryside to hang out for the weekend in a rented house, only to be thwarted by sheet … Continue reading
“Mostly I would like an actual pet gecko” said my Godson Arthur as we tucked into our pizza before heading into the Science Museum. “Not a glow in the dark plastic one” (like the one I had just given him … Continue reading
There is currently a commercial on the tv where an infatuated suitor notices how much his girlfriend dotes upon her parents’ pet cat. The details of his dastardly plan no doubt forming in his mind he rushes home, turns his … Continue reading
Despite spending quite a lot of time in Italy, I had never heard of penne alla vodka until I first came to New York. I sublet an apartment through Craig’s List, and the plan was that I would meet the … Continue reading
This pasta sauce is literally translated as tart’s or whore’s. The idea being, I believe, that only slovenly women would make a sauce entirely out of store cupboard ingredients. That said, there’s an alternate theory that says the sauce’s sharp … Continue reading