1. It’s times like these, when I see a piece of lettuce on my bagel and lox, that I’m reminded of the lack of Jews in this town. Oy vey.


  2. Beautiful snow fall on St. Mark’s, as posted by Black Book this morning.

    This is an Israeli cafe I once ate at with the Lazarus Brothers on a late summer night in another life. I remember the service was dull, the soup was bland, but the company was the absolute finest.


  3. "Look everyone, me and turkey! I’ve finally made it!"

    My friend CK has finally arrived, as she now appears in the Post alongside her most recent piece, "Roast with the Most", on severing the best turkey this Thanksgiving.

    The last time we blabbed she had me on speaker phone, hands in this actual turkey. The results do look delicious!

    Frankly, I’d give anything to have even a peanut butter sandwich with her now. Because she’d likely add bacon from some shop you’ve never heard of.


  4. This year I’ll be spending Thanksgiving on an airplane rather than at a dinner table. Instead of being sedated by stuffing and pumpkin pie, I’ll be doped up on xanax and zoned out with sound-proof headphones as we race toward India.

    Because Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday (and really, I’m not much for holidays anyway) there will be an early dinner before departure.

    Shall we try these non-traditional Thanksgiving cupcakes?

    Check out the recipe and all the other delicious creations, party ideas and all the like, on this ultra-inspiring blog, Fetette.


  5. These are Chicken Balls

    You’ve never ordered them in the past because, frankly, they sound disgusting. And you don’t really even eat chicken. But then you had a seriously weird day and you meet some friends for a beer. And you’re hungry and so you try one of theirs’… with that cute little forky/toothpicky thing, and then you decide they’re amazing. You know, “for Naples.”


  6. Where Does All the Time Go?

    When you don’t know the answer to this question, it helps to clean out your phone camera and see what happens on these days that pass so quickly in this slow, simple town.

    I admired a passion flower.

    I road-triped along canopied highways through sleepy Southern towns with charming road-side stands.

    I ate a silent breakfast on the porch of the Gainesville Retreat Center while a Guinea Hen quietly carried on in the yard eating ticks from the grass.

    I stared up at the magnifient summer sky.

    I help CK celebrate her birthday with the family’s special Blitz cake recipe.

    I discovered Peace, Love and LIttle Doughnuts, an unexpected outpost of the Pittsburg bakery, inside a local BP gas station. (They brew Inteligencia coffee!)

    I walked around the Design District where the best artwork isn’t in the many galleries, but sprayed, plastered, painted and papered on the walls.

    I devoured a ginger beer-battered Mahi taco with pineapple-cilantro salsa and cabbage-jalapeno slaw from the food truck gathering at Art Walk Miami.

    I had my first experience in a $3k-per-night hotel suite.

    I slowly drank many cups of coffee (out of my favorite mug) during long hours of studying and deadlines.

    I saw a woman with a tattoo of the face of the man sitting next to her.

    I savored two of my favorite foods, salted butter and olives, before dinner at Bleu Provence.

    I watched another perfect sunset from a boat.

    I ate a lot of fresh, juicy peaches.

    I lounged around with my best friend.


  7. I Heart Biscuits

    Always on the search for buttery, flaky, fatty perfection on which to spread things, I recall my mouth’s top-three indulgences of one of it’s most favorite foods.

    1. The Chicken-Biscuit at Pies ‘n’ Thighs reigns supreme in memory of the most delicious biscuit meal. The first time it arrived to my sticky red-and-white checked table, I couldn’t help but stare at the hot sauce and honey butter all melding together, smothering the fried chicken breast and running down the buttery biscuit—my mouth watered and my heart ached.

    2. Homemade, breakfast-in-bed skillet biscuits created from a Southern grandma’s recipe and covered with fig preserves sent up from a mother’s kitchen. I mean, hello! Majorly delicious. Major swoon.

    3. My own grandmother’s petite biscuits, with butter and jam. They come in third place, but not because they’re inferior, but because when she makes them, I eat them with reckless abandon—no special occasion, I just gradually gobble up a dozen, dizzy on the butter and baker’s love that go into each bit—hardly even tasting them.

    Gotta have a biscuit right now? (I don’t blame you!) Luckily the ingredients are likely in your pantry — but before you go getting flour everywhere, here’s how to make your biscuits ‘right’.


  8. Thursday night, KH threw a cheeseburger party, grilling beef from a cow that, only a week before, had grazed on grass just a few hours north of Naples on an open range. Dinner was was damn good—and frankly, all I’ve wanted to eat since is more of that juicy goodness.

    Oh well, because today marked the start of my two-month vegan experiment.

    That’s right folks — “vegan” means no almond croissants, no thick-cut bacon, no Chic-fil-A, no chocolate-peanut butter Haggen-Das, no pungent blue cheese on crackers and no half-and-half in my coffee.

    "What the fuck?!"

    I know… right?!

    (Yoga has made me a size two—wowza, what is it, 2001?!— according to the lovely Theory interview pants I purchased yesterday, what the heck is veganism going to do to me?)

    This sacrifice is not about being a “skinny bitch” or an activist, it’s simply to better understand the Jivamukti lifestyle—and therefore, make me less of a hypocrite when I claim to be a Jivamukti-inspired yoga teacher in just a few, short weeks.

    Today: Hemp milk in my coffee, black bean and coconut soup, a square of dark chocolate, banana chips, a handful of sesame sticks and, soon, a few glasses of wine and a hearty salad. Not soooo bad.

    Stay tuned for progress reports. (And grumbles about tofu-based “cheese” and “meat”.)


  9. Good, morning.

    (Source: double0)


  10. Two slices of maple-currant bread pudding loaded with savory sausage, chipotle cheddar cheese and tangy shavings of fresh fennel — from Meat Cheese Bread, Portland

    Yes, we’re bummed that Bittman’s done with the ‘Minimalist’ but on the bright side, I’m looking forward to his next project ‘On Food’ where he’ll get a little Michael Pollan on our burger-eating asses talking about food with regard to the environment and policy.

    In other happy food news, these sandwiches exist.