January 2010
16 posts
Waiting for dough to rise. Another focaccia. Roasted garlic, black and green olives, and rosemary. Is this, like, a job that I can, like, have? Also, Chinese food. I might do it. I might order some because it is just that sort of day where I’ll put on some Buffy and eat some deep-fried bits covered in a sugary glaze while I wait for my nails and my laundry to dry. What a gross girl, you.
Aw crap. Double-booked myself. I am baking Nora’s 26th and Golden Birthday cake and am planning to attend the festivities. It’s also the night of a Cunt Collective show that I’ve been stoked on for some time. I have decorating ideas that I’m borrowing from the internet. What to do. What to do. Cake yes. Yes. I am so excited to bake this cake! However, I’m kind of...
"17. Cook for 6 to 10 minutes. IT WILL LOOK LIKE... →
Swoon.
on brunch & tumblr meet-ups →
Not hatin’, just sayin’!
Plus, soup + bread night is Wednesday. It should really just be called booze with maybe some soup + bread night. My current consumption habits: brown-colored alcohol, occasional cherry in specific brown-colored alcohols if I’m feeling special, soup, rice, watercress stir-fried with baby corn, garlic, and oyster sauce. I love soup and booze. I don’t...
bottomless mimosas & bloody marys for seven... →
GIRL, look. Bloody Marys are kind of gnarly (alcoholic soup, you know?). But I love mimosas because it reminds me of post-potluck morning stoops in the summer. Also, eggscellent. Heeee. Cute. And watercress. I’m pretty sure my intestines are lined with them, a nice padding, foliage. There is a notable amount of that delicious plant on this menu—twice. Holy cow. Into it.
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“I have a lot of thoughts about cooking as work. I should probably blog about it...”
– My response, of many, to Ashley’s Facebook status update about her desire to go to culinary school as a vegetarian. I could write more about my own food aspirations, but it’s complicated, and this was never meant to be a complicated (nor intelligent, to be frank) Tumblr. I want to write...
Today, I was told I missed the best New Years party. There was mulled whiskey and lamb sausages and quiches (yeah, more than one kind) and so much more food from young chef-y types and a short game of flip cup.
I haven’t been cooking. I’ve been busy or gone or broke or all three. I want to be back in my kitchen. I want to peel potatoes, sweat some onions, grind up spices. I want to...
