Category Archives: food
Balut!
Some exotic vacations engender envy. Mine often bring concerned expressions from friends and neighbors. (“Um, Uzbekistan?”) One I took last month fell into the latter category, with an added helping of rude comments about pole dancers and the like. But … Continue reading
Super Carb Me
Morgan Spurlock, eat your cholesterol-clogged heart out. The filmmaker and human guinea pig behind the documentary “Super Size Me” consumed nothing but McDonald’s for a whole month and – surprise, surprise – gained 24 pounds. How about eating fattening, salty … Continue reading
Hot Chicken!
I think I’m in love … with a bird. Last week I traveled to Nashville with the cover story of accompanying my oldest son on a tour of Vanderbilt and to visit my little sister. At the top of my agenda, … Continue reading
Ninjas, Soba, and Buddhism
So I’ve been remiss in updating this blog, especially considering the fact that the whole family spent two weeks in Japan over the summer. It practically provided me with years of material, but where to begin? We saw so much! … Continue reading
The Secret Hungarian Restaurant
“We could always try the secret Hungarian restaurant.” Wait, what? Lamenting the disappearance of eateries serving central European soul food with my cousin Pete – our beloved Mocca, the last one standing, closed over a decade ago after 47 years in … Continue reading
I ♥ Street Meat
Maybe you’re the type of person who turns his nose up at the carts found on nearly every street corner in Manhattan. I bet if they called it viande hachée de la rue, quadrupled the price and served it on … Continue reading
Getting your kids to eat fish
Believe me, I’ve heard every excuse, including the frustratingly irrefutable “it’s fishy.” No kidding guys, it’s fish – what did you expect it to taste like? But I’m here to tell you how to get your kids to eat and … Continue reading
How to cook like my Nagymama
My grandmother, like a lot of people’s grandmothers I suppose, didn’t use recipes. But she was a great cook. She lived with us on-and-off when I was a kid and the simple Hungarian meals she made were absolutely the best. … Continue reading
Libamáj!
When I was nine years old, my mom took me and my sister to Hungary, where she and my father grew up (we had been once before when I was three). Of course it was a long and expensive trip, not … Continue reading
Cacophony and cheese 