Culinary Class is in Session
Look at it. That bright orange Amba sitting innocently in that mason jar is the stuff dreams are made of. This pickled-salted-fermented sauce is something that shouldn’t make sense but, clearly, it does. It’s the drunk uncle at the family reunion who you should avoid, but can’t. His stories are too good to walk away from….
Has someone ever said something about you that made you think, “What the hell?!?!” My soldier did that to me the other day. I stared at him for a good five minutes thinking about whether I should cuss him out, then I remembered, “Jesus is watching.” So I chilled. But I cussed him out in my…
Falafel is a big deal in New York City. So far, though, the only falafel I seemed to find was the Palestinian/Israeli version. I have yet to find a falafel cart/stand/joint that makes Egyptian-style falafel. Maybe it has something to do with the aversion some of us have to the mention of fava beans. We…
