fuel me: viking yogurt
Oh how I wish I had that Viking hat right now. The one with the big horns sticking out of a plastic dome crafted to look like metal. The one that’s somewhere in the Ward…
Category Archives: grub
road food part V: fool’s gold
In Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath, young Winfield gets mocked for thinking fool’s gold the real thing. Having been on the road for 6 weeks, I’ve come to a similar conclusion about restaurant food: pretty as…
road food part II: breakfast saves
In the “buckle of the Bible belt,” touting food as the harbinger of salvation could be seen as sacrilege. After a five-day string of meals I’d plot somewhere between barely edible and “for sustenance only,”…
the hunger games: hazelnut kitchen
I am a spoiled child. Mark’s parents arrived on Wednesday, and as per our usual custom with them, food and wine co-starred in our little four-person show. They leave tomorrow, and I can confidently say…
Kind Coffee
On Friday I finished the first semester of my journalism masters, also known as bootcamp. The six week program is the SI Newhouse School of Public Communications’ way of welcome us into the world of…
the hunger games: lao village
It’s not that I expected bunnies and tulips on the first day of spring, but snow? How horribly anticlimactic. The vernal equinox rode in on roaring winds today, with just a tease of sunshine dueling…
the hunger games: china road
China Road is a great place to try breaking away from chicken balls and fried rice.