For a stretch of about a year and a half I felt like I had been to Israel a million times. It seemed like every Jewish person I knew was going on Birthright and heading Israel for 10 days with a bunch of strangers. Like clockwork there would be the obligatory "Going to Israel today!" post on Facebook and then depending on the wi-fi situation, either radio silence for a week or artistic shots of desserts, hummus, and group pictures with their new BEST FRIENDS.
What do you bring to a job interview? When I was trying to get a job at a radio station in Delaware I arrived at my interview with a folder full of college newspaper clippings and a story I specifically did for the interview about a mushroom festival. Then when I went on the job interview from hell in Johnstown, Pennsylvania I shot a news piece about the local economy. When I broke up with news and got myself a regular job, I brought this cannoli tart to a second interview.
There is one question you need to ask yourself at brunch. Ok, maybe two if you need to pick Bloody Mary or Mimosa, but I don't like Bloody Mary's. The important question is: How much of a food coma can I be in after brunch? This is especially important when brunching at Morning Glory in Philly. The line for a table is always long and the space inside is never enough for the amount of people eating, but the food. Oh the food. It is exactly what you need after a night out. But you need to decide if this a breakfast that will restore you and jumpstart a day of virtuous activity or if you will shuffle back to your bed and watch episodes of Sex and the City with the commentary while sipping a mimosa. If sloth status is in your future and the specials menu has it, order the biscuits and gravy. The gravy is a creamy blanket of love studded with sausage, and it keeps fluffy biscuits warm with its porky love. It is a brick that your stomach needs to have. It is the [Read more...]
I've been on a popcorn binge lately. It started with an unassuming lunch at the Waterfront Hotel in Fell's Point, which is not actually a hotel but a restaurant. I love their "Build-Your-Own" burgers and was ready to blurt out my order when the waitress sidled up to the table and listed the specials for the day. "It's lunch so it's 20% off the bill and we have a great butternut squash soup with a side of popcorn."
When it comes to cheesemaking, I am 2 for 3. Dreamy ricotta came together with the insurance policy of heavy cream to help hold it together, but an attempt at mozzarella from a kit I ordered from Amazon died a hundred deaths. That attempt ended in me loudly banging pots and quietly muttering to myself while I was left with cloudy hot water, burnt fingertips and no mozzarella for pizza night. Hello emergency trip to Harris Teeter. My latest non-meltdown and major cheese success is a squeaky paneer that got dropped in a sauce of greens for saag paneer.