I go to school in an Indian-food-desert, i.e. central upstate New York. There is a place about thirty minutes away that serves quick, buffet style food, but after growing up near Boston, I’ve been spoiled by eating some delicious Indian meals. And so, when I arrived home one weekend last April, I headed straight forContinue reading “A Lesson”
It seems most children enter a phase of self-awareness, when they start to be conscious of their fashion, friends, toys, homes, and general appearance. When I was little, I was embarrassed by our family’s barbeque grill. The dingy charcoal grill had aluminum foil covering the gaping hole at the bottom of charcoal basin, and aContinue reading “Grilled Mediterranean Portobello Burgers”
The food court at the Pitt Street Mall in Sydney is perhaps the wildest food court I’ve ever visited. I mean that in the best way possible. The walls are a shiny black granite-like material, making you feel like you’ve landed somewhere glamorous. It also makes it seem like the food court is endless, whichContinue reading “Easy Shrimp Scampi and a Food Court”
Here’s another post about the glorious subject of food poisoning. Last summer, I traveled to London with my parents where we Indian-restaurant-hopped. This would be my family’s version of bar hopping. We ate not one, not two, but three Indian meals in a row. I love Indian food, with all of its comforting deep-fried pakoras andContinue reading “De Medici, Bruges”
I remember vaguely the first time I ate couscous. I was about nine years old, at an African restaurant in Paris. It involved a lot of eating with your hands. Aside from that, the only part I remember is that my mother got food poisoning. Subconsciously, I believe this left a negative association on meContinue reading “Couscous Therapy”
This was one of the most satisfying lunches I’ve tasted. Perhaps I was just tired from walking several miles through San Francisco, but nonetheless, Mijita at the Ferry Building provided some scrumptious tacos. In fact, they were so good, I ordered seconds.
I left the United States for Australia with the presumption that I wouldn’t see peanut butter, and instead only Vegemite for five months. And so, I stuffed my face with creamy Jif in preparation for peanut butter withdrawal. Peanut butter on rice cakes, peanut butter with vanilla ice cream, peanut butter cookies, peanut butter byContinue reading “Peanut Noodle Bowl”