Building teh Interwebz, Eats, I Am a Fucking Genius

Once upon a time, I had another blog that was sort-of-but-not-entirely about food. I was looking for one of my recipes this morning, ended up re-reading several of my old posts, and was delighted to discover that I’m still proud of them. More importantly, having this record of what I was experiencing, thinking, and feeling throughout some pretty tumultuous years is a gift that keeps on giving — a reminder that I can power through hard times, have had more good times than I sometimes remember, and have always had a powerful voice, no matter what.

Huzzah for blogging, and happy Sunday to me.

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Eats, It's 3AM; I must be lonely.

Candy Corn: What Gives?

Of all the things you could choose to put in your mouth and savor… what horrible thing happened to you, such that you were driven to think, “Yes, candy corn! That’s what I want to eat!” Especially in a world in which gummi cola bottles exist. Whatever it was, it must have been really bad.

I really want to know. Please, someone explain candy corn, and help me sleep through the night once more.

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Bright Ideas, Eats

A Chicken In Every Pot, Covered in Butter

Finishing Butters, brilliant! Because now the door is open for Starting Butters and Halfway Through Butters and all kinds of In-Progress Butters. Endless possibility! A Butter for every occasion  Truly, Paula Deen is the marketing genius of our age. Or possibly our society’s fatal flaw. Personally, I’m looking forward to the Butter-Flavored Butter (Now with Extra Butter).

Forty acres and a stick of specialty butter: the American dream.

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Eats

When Can I Move In?

Osteria Morini, Lafayette & Spring, New York City. It’s not in New Jersey, but we will take credit for anything within five miles of the border.

Gnocchi with beef cheek ragu, dried cherries, and olives:

Gramigna with pork sausage, peas, cream, and black pepper.

Not pictured: the buffalo mozzarella with figs; the pork chop with grilled quince and crispy pancetta; the rosemary-olive oil cake with blueberries; the coffee budino; and the extremely satisfying burp I just emitted.

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