So I shove quail eggs into ravioli with extreme regularity. Sue me. Eating yolk ravioli is like having sex with a chubster- you don’t want to admit you do it all the time, but it’s so blubberingly good you can’t resist. Imagine wrapping yourself in warm pockets of pork belly, closing your eyes, and just BEING an orgasm. Remember that Caribbean masseuse who moonlights as a wet nurse and calls you “babygirl” as she rubs you down with aloe dripped […]
clockwise from top left: corset, Anthony Perri (& me), Michael Turner, typewriter, Felix Meana (& me), card catalogue, Meana, ladder
My food guru Grant Achatz of Alinea (and soon to be Next and Aviary) has got some giant Camper sneakers to fill now that I’ve dined in heaven.
Left to right: Frozen Sangria, Spanish "Clavel" of Yogurt, Caramelized Pork Rinds
Yes, heaven. Who in their right mind would ever think to find it in a casino in Las Vegas? I certainly didn’t, but […]
*Quick preface: Project Food Blog has really brought out the best in bloggers. I have noticed so much camaraderie, generosity and championing of one another’s posts, I am floored. It has been brilliant to read raw words written by real people all across the blogosphere and to laugh, salivate and cringe alongside fellow food aficionados. We are a strong community which has the ability to effect great change in the world, and this is the first I’ve seen of all […]