Tag: literature
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Sequestered manicotti
<<or>> Sequestered manicotti making with a Nice Cup A Tea With the arrival of a boxed set of Laura Ingalls-Wilder’s *Little House* series I return to the sequestered life in my rooms overlooking the Hudson reading and writing. As I’ve bean a stranger to the kitchen arts and crafts for too long, following three days […]
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Bureaucracy of the pita
Should I dare title a post if I cannot spell the first word without help of spell check, then, when it failed to recognize miserable attempts at it, finally turned to Google who came promptly through with it’s auto-spell check search feature. I do dare. These are the truths of writing nowadays, and I must […]
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Just read, Doggit read list
Pic still pending. Finding myself frustrated by things recently. Life and myself, generally, are very well – the best it has been in years (the personal, barring worldwide externalities). But a peeve has been needling at me. It has nothing to do with what I’ll tap here. My notebook is at home, where it belongs, […]
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Protected: Jennifer Joyce Frémont, 103, writer, documentary filmmaker, famed home cook and food activist, is dead
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
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In Algiers
DISCLAIMER & WARNING: If you are a rabid animal-rights-type vegetarian and/or don’t have a stomach for some less delicate events in life, please do not read this. . . I started using Twitter recently. I’ve been using Facebook since last year and making regular, about-daily, sometimes more often status updates for all of my friends. […]
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Quiet labor
I spent the weekend in town, namely because my car’s still at the body shop, and also because the new roommate moved in yesterday. So there was much to do and I’m still doing it at time of tapping this. But the piles are subsiding and I’m making progress in attacking the dust bunnies that […]
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Weddings
These have been an interesting past few days. After the autopilot mode that found me the perfect dress and an eBay auction win that sent the perfect pair of shoes into the snail post on their merry way to me, I find I will indeed attend a wedding I’ve been putting off accepting the invitation […]
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Thrifty? Prandium.
This here was transcribed and cleaned up from ink marks in my notebook.. Wow. What I am eating for my midday meal today. I must ink this. Out of pocket (mine), I maybe spent about thirty cents for my afternoon meal, mostly for the price of the condiments. The meal consists of a bowl of […]
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Adding value to a pb sammich
I gleaned this from a friend who did not tell me explicitly that what he was saying was off the record. So, I should be safe from any copyright infringement or privacy violation for tapping this here. Though I did indeed joke about OTR to him. He knows, or I’m pretty sure he knows, I […]
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A celebratory seltzer
This seltzer is dedicated to a recently minted peanut. And to the little peanut Q, an IOU for seltzers—in a cone or in a dish, whichever as you wish—as soon as your little hands can hold them. Buen provecho..
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Summer intersession free read
During winter and summer breaks, I can get around to the pile of books there’s no time to read during the class terms. I call these intersession free reads. Since my work schedule for the summer just changed, I finally compiled the new free read list. A few listed here are actually carryovers from winter […]
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Out of the fire
Last family supper 052502008 Boxed penne rigate pasta cooked al dente Red sauce of unknown origin (house made or jar?) Fresh fennel Fresh parsley Sel In the large family meal flat bottomed pot, all ingredients were mixed together. It didn’t seem to matter that I made no mistakes with my tables during today’s shift, my […]
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Blueberry pancakes and senseless self-promotion
After a meeting with a fella from my department, I followed a craving for blueberry pancakes to Coffee in the West Village. This is one of the exceptions to my no blueberries except from New Jersey in July rule. I’ll eat a muffin with fresh-frozen blueberries too, if it looks delicious enough. Coffee wasn’t the […]
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A good prandium
For those of you still wondering what the hades prandium is, here is a pretty near-perfect picture of one. The natural lighting is just about spot on too. I’m still crunching, like a hard pretzel, through tomorrow night. For those of you considering early retirement. Don’t do it. Or, if you do, be sure to […]
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Rain days
The monsu and its residents seem to be enjoying their new locale. Rain days in Gotham are perfect for staying in and getting work done. If it rains straight through the 13th, is fine with me. I won’t feel guilty about missing the great outdoors or mornings at the park. Though, the poodles will grow […]
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Fruitarian in Siberian spring
02007 vintage cold storage apples have seen their days. Please don’t make me eat another one, with their puckering skins and flesh turned to meal. A monsu from the last bunch I bought at the Morningside greenmarket’s been sitting on my counter top for weeks. A round black bruise has been growing on one side […]
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A fiddlehead fancy
On a warm, variably sunny and cloudy Sunday afternoon in April, along a swampy riverbank somewhere upstate, a girl and her two poodles, a Slow Foodist from Munich, a wacky naturalist foraging guide, and a bunch of amature foragers went on a hunt for the elusive fiddlehead fern.. Ouch.. That’s not a fiddlehead. Be sure […]
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Fat replacer in baked goods
Dovetailing from yesterdays guilty pleasure confessional and in keeping with a baked goods theme, here is an abstract from the Journal of the American Dietetic Association. An experiment I partnered on in food studies lab in fall 0’06 was submitted for last years ADA conference held in Philadelphia. They accepted ours and published it. It […]
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Cookie monster would be proud
More on the guilty pleasure trail.. A larder full of cookies and nothing to snack. Isn’t that always the way. Since returning from tree dodging and wind chasing in California I’ve wound up with seven packages of cookies. I recall a binge lasting a week or two but this is enough cookie to last a […]
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Busted
I swear I did not eat the fuzzy pink loaf in the upper right corner. Just couldn’t bring myself to take so much as a nibble. But I admit to an occasional weakness for those Swedish meatballs of unknown bovine origins. At least the bubbly non-alcoholic beverage uses real cane sugar and not the devils […]
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Millet cakes
Cafe Orline is a place I’ve been going to for brunch for years now. It’s a popular spot in the East Village. Artists, actors, and generally cute and interesting folks eat there. So it makes for great people watching if you’re into that. It’s great for tasty, healthy eats if you’re into that too. Occasionally […]
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Biohazard beware
A recently published conclusive and irrefutable study shows females in their mid-to-late thirties with a last name beginning with the letter Q who eat Liberté yogourt are subject to severe and potentially life questioning reactions. All Liberté yogourts, especially those sold at the dearest Harlem Fairway grocery market have been recalled by Daily Prandium laboratories. […]
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Green dreams
Sneak attack snow day in Gotham today. So have a little green from past summer to synaesthete warm breeze over chilly skin. Salut to warm, light, and bright days someday again in Gotham’s future..
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When it rains in Gotham..
..there’s sunshine in here. The infamous honeybells finally arrived. Indeed I’ve already finished one flat of the four. For sure I am in fruitarian mode eating a few or four or five of these and Italian fruilkiwi each day. Though appetite is returning and am considering what to cook. Likely some beans as I am […]
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Chocolat?
This car is bitter-sweeter than any box of chocolats. In 01992 it was for sale fifteen minutes from the pond I, hardly bigger than a polliwog, swam around in. Back then I was driving the Friendly Bleu ovloV and simply wasn’t in the market. Nor did I deserve such a cherry classic automobile. I lost […]
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Warm, roast chicken tuchus..
..shared among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness. Not quite a quote by George Sand
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Qu’ils dure toujours
I rode the A home another evening after seeing Juno at Gotham Square theater. An old chaika got on and sat next to me. We happened to be traveling to the same stop. She started chatting and told me she’d lost her feathers; they’ve been falling out one by one but haven’t grown back yet. […]
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Get your pra’nce on
KCRW From Gotham, the sun’s setting to the south and a bit west. Slowly, it’s taking it’s time. Tonight is eating une grande salade. Q&D assessment of recent weeks’ prandia shows a diet around sixty percent fats,–vegetable and animal–but grain intake has not been enough,–only around twenty percent; plus some eggs and chicken legs. Though […]
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Cass-olé
All day I played admin to the publisher and maid to the lady of the house. We can finally begin to write, and prepare and cook the week’s prandium, tonight’s cena. KCRW is playing in the big room loudly enough to dance about the place and into the kitchen to cook. This week I’m making […]
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My sister will love this one
This is dedicated to my sister. When we swam in the family pond as tadpoles, she told me she’d go through my things and laugh at my lists. Well, I’m listing less now and this comes kind of late into new year days, but what the hay. For my sister.. Eat the skins of root […]