And notice the lift tab (like portable wetnaps)on the left. Designed to quickly seal up the package for later consumption. It really does keep your cookies fresh.
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After the mini fiesta at Gottino, the wife and I were still craving food...I know, completely ridiculous. So, I opened up the pantry and made this wonderful tasting pasta.
My Menu (all dishes served with tuscan bread)
1) Frittata Porri *
2) Bottarga e Uova **
3) Ricotta Tartufato
4) Chicken Liver Pate **
5) Goat Cheese with Quince **
6) Spicy Sausage Spread *
7) Affogato *
Rating System
--- What the F - in a bad way * Good ** Great *** What the F – in a good way
Overall Restaurant Experience (80/100)
everything was fun to eat and great with the wine. All the wines we had were pretty fun. The best was Brachetto d'Acqui - a subtely sweet, red wine with effervescence.
Just finished watching Bourdain's food porn episode. Expecting the standard clip show - either rehashing segments they already played or showing the segments that got cut during the editing process. I was 100% wrong and glad I decided to watch. The film crew goes around to some big time chefs and ask them what their version of food porn would be.
I gotta bash the Bahamas one last time.
They survived everything from the Great Depression to the Atkins Diet. And now Twinkies have even endured bankruptcy.
Workers at Interstate Bakeries in Schiller Park, Ill., a Chicago suburb, preparing Twinkies for packaging.
After more than four years, their maker, Interstate Bakeries, emerged from bankruptcy protection this week.
The private company, which also makes Wonder Bread, Hostess Ding Dongs and Drake's cakes, had at least one powerful fan rooting for it: Senator Charles E. Schumer of New York. Mr. Schumer personally appealed to a big lender to help Interstate through its troubles.
"Upstate New Yorkers can now have their Drake's cake and keep their jobs, too," Mr. Schumer said in a statement this week.
Created in 1930, with a banana cream filling, rather than the vanilla of today, Twinkies — love 'em or hate 'em — are about as emblematic as junk food gets. With 39 ingredients, 150 shamelessly empty calories and, officially, a shelf life of about three weeks, the Twinkie is a cream-filled symbol of American culture. Their mysterious longevity even earned them a joke in "Wall-E," Pixar's postapocalyptic robot love story.
Hostess Brands was acquired in 1995 by Interstate and today employs 22,000 people in 41 bakeries. But Interstate succumbed in September 2004 to various ailments, including the low-carb Atkins and South Beach Diets.
Burt P. Flickinger III of the Strategic Resource Group, a retail consulting firm, said Interstate faces stiff competition from rivals like Sara Lee. In light of the recession, even Hostess, the cream in Interstate's Twinkie, might have to lower prices, he said.
Craig D. Jung, Interstate's chief executive, said the company was working to adapt to tougher times and healthier snacking. It will expand its line of calorie-conscious snacks like Twinkie Bites, which have 100 calories a pack.
"At end of the day, consumers want to indulge," he said.
The founder of Papa John's mentioned eating lots of pizza is not good for you. Thank you Mr Obvious. We know it's a really bad idea, but we don't care any way - it tastes so f'n good. And obviously Papa John's is one of the worst offenders as their pizza comes with a dipping sauce made from butter...
Unfortunately, there are those moments when you just crave the intangible.
Pronounced : Konk
Kalik - Best of the bunch. Clearly more enjoyable than a Corona.
Strong Back Stout - Did not enjoy because of high metallic aftertaste.
Sand's - OK beer. But would not order again.
Nassau is the capital of the Bahamas. It is an archipelago of over 700 islands.
"Grab on here," Joe Ades instructed me a couple of years ago in front of a small crowd in Union Square, "and pull it toward you."
What the heck, I had nowhere else to be. I grasped the little vegetable peeler and dragged it across the carrot in his outstretched hand, and presto, a perfect little orange sliver curled off. My other hand darted into my pocket like it was part of the routine, pulling out a $5 bill.
"I'll take one," I said, thinking, just wait until the wife sees this.
I brought the new peeler home and faced her skepticism with my own demonstration. I peeled the carrot all right, but not with anything near the flair of Mr. Ades, the Englishman and street salesman with the silver tongue:
You can use it right-handed, left-handed, or like a politician, underhanded.
They're made in Switzerland; they're not made in China.
Buy five for $20. You've got friends, haven't you?
Later, I'd see Mr. Ades once a week in Downtown Brooklyn. I introduced myself and told him I wanted to write about him, and he smiled and gave me a photocopy of an exhaustive profile Vanity Fair had written about him in 2006. My heart sank. There was no way to advance the rags-to-relative-riches life story the magazine had published.
I asked if he still enjoyed Champagne at the Pierre, and he said not as much as in his younger years.
We used his peeler all the time at home for salads. It really works.
On warm days, I'd bring my sandwich to where he was stationed and listen to his spiel:
You can't sell the same thing for 15 years in this town if it doesn't work.
Only one? You've got no friends, like me.
My wife hadn't met him, so one morning I called her and held the phone toward Mr. Ades while he was selling peelers in front of about a dozen people. He saw me and stopped cold, pointing his finger. "Who's on the other end of that phone?" he demanded.
I stammered, "My wife."
He smiled and said, "As long as it's not my wife," and jumped right back into his pitch:
They don't make cheap things in Switzerland. You can't buy toothpicks there for $5.
This is the best $5 you'll ever spend.
I bought two peelers that time, for gifts. I thought that someday, I'd persuade Mr. Ades (pronounced AH-dess) to record the outgoing message on my voice mail, in that great English accent, but I never got the nerve to ask him.
He died on Sunday at 75. New York lost one of those greats from its cast, for whom there is no understudy. But there is some small comfort in knowing that now you can get a good salad in heaven.
I am a huge fan. In fact, for the limited TV I watch, this is my favorite show. I feel stalkerish and now have a “connection” with him. Like a groupie. This guy is getting more and more popular, but I’ve been a fan before people knew who he was. Last year, I was in a small city in China called Dengfeng so I can visit the Shaolin Temple the following day, and who appears on my little transistor radio version of a TV in my room? Mr. Bourdain. Nobody look… he’s mine! I discovered him!! I even read the guy’s books. But now, I think he’s following me. Recently, his shows are taking place at locations very near and dear to me. A couple weeks ago, his show was in Washington, D.C. Tonight? Chicago. After the Chicago show, they replayed his time in Mexico. Tony, if you’re reading this, call next time. Stop the mind games.
After eating a pretty subpar meatball sandwich at the local pizzeria, I wanted to show the fight dudes what a good meatball sandwich should be - moist, tender, and flavorful. The problem with a lotta meatballs made stateside is that they're mostly meat which makes the meatball tough and not tender. Mr Batali believes this was because Italy was a relatively poor country using bread to extend the meatball yielding a more tender product. But because the Italians stateside could afford to use more meat, the meatballs here are generally tougher. Any who, great card and tasty, huge f'n man sandwich...
Chu-bacca passed this miracularous diorama of food to us from the gang at holy taco. It is glorious and makes complete sense. The only thing I would add is some chicken wing cheerleaders because what's a game without the cheerleaders?
