Archive for February, 2010
Inequality of Olympic Proportions
I admit it, I’ve been kinda addicted to the Olympics. Who knew watching skiing and shooting could be so fascinating? Well, the 2010 Olympics is coming to a close, and Vancouver has certainly showed herself to be a wonderful hostess. I had the fortune to visit and eat my way through Vancouver last year, and [...]
To Be, Or Not To Be…Preservative Free?
How is it that my very popular brand of organic soft wheat sandwich bread can sit at room temperature for so long before expiring into a dark green, fuzzy mass of mold? One major part of the processed food supply (for both industrialized organic and conventional food) chain includes something most of us are familiar [...]
Photo of the Day: Crumpet of the Swan
Remember E.B. White’s book The Trumpet of the Swan, where a mute swan learns to play the trumpet and dines on watercress sandwiches at the Fairmont Copley Boston? Hail watercress sandwiches and delectable crumpets brought straight from the UK by ZomppaKat with butter and fresh honey made from the apiaries of Cake Mountain Man’s mom.
Guest/Crystal: A Home for Fat Tuesday
Thank you to Crystal, our Guest Contributor! Happy Mardi Gras! Its origins have something to do with squeezing in as much revelry and indulgence as possible before Lent or Ash Wednesday or something…eh, look it up on Wikipedia. Of course, the place (in the US) to be on this holiday is N’awlins, home to the [...]
Year 4708: Gung Hay Fat Choy!!!
Valentine’s Day, Apolo Ohno‘s 6th medal in a kick-ass race (did you see his semi-final run?), Chinese New Year – it was a busy weekend! And a busy eating weekend. While Ohno gets his rush from speeding like a maniac on steel blades, some of us find pleasure in things a bit less…fast. Food carries [...]
Hunter Gather in the Ice Age: Spicy Thai Fish Soup
This is out of control. For the past 6 days, I have been confined to a 1000 square foot apartment with a dazed and confused 3 year old, a 1 year old trapeze artists (she has been doing flips off of my couch) and my visiting mother. With the exception of a few trips to [...]
