Oh Fuck. Having worked in kitchens throughout college, when one of my friends had a romantic idea about become a cook or opening up a small cafe, I’d force them to read “Kitchen Confidential” because it was so damn accurate about working in kitchens and restaurants.

Screw Science! My all knowing German Nana insisted that hot beverages cooled you down and I’m going with that. Btw, like most Germans she also firmly believed that any aliments could be cured with either aspirin or a cup of hot tea.

Ok—truth be told, having lost my Dad at 5 years old to cancer and coming into this world with a major birth defect, being there at 1969 and having Fred Rogers tell me he liked me just the way I was, a kid being raised by a single parent and in and out of hospitals 2x year was anchoring and emotionally deep, too hard…

Ok—truth be told, having lost my Dad at 5 years old to cancer and coming into this world with a major birth defect, being there at 1969 and having Fred Rogers tell me he liked me just the way I was, a kid being raised by a single parent and in and out of hospitals 2x year was anchoring and emotionally deep, too hard…

There is an old school Italian place by us that still does the flaming “fill in the blank”. We invite people out to eat there with the invocation “Want to go to Scopazzi’s and watch something get flambe-d?

So..it was Ambien? Wow, I’m glad so glad I dodged the bullet when I was on ambien a few years back—all I had as a side effect was being hungry in the middle of the night. Scary to think I could have been making racist tweets instead!

So..it was Ambien? Wow, I’m glad so glad I dodged the bullet when I was on ambien a few years back—all I had as a side effect was being hungry in the middle of the night. Scary to think I could have been making racist tweets instead!

This sounds amazing. Chinese eggplant dishes are one of my go-to options when eating at my local place; I need to get some eggplants at my local farmer’s market this weekend and make this dish.

I’m just shocked it took this long to occur.

I’m glad now that I missed most of the music of this year caught up in a pregnant haze with a 2 year old in tow, listening to toddler tunes and the ilk

I had a friend from college that everytime she cleaned her apartment would stand in the middle of her kitchen and declare in a Zelda Rubenstein voice “This house is clean!”

I’m in the Anthony Bourdain camp when it comes to garlic presses. I’m not a fan of how garlic tastes when its been pressed—it comes off as bitter. Smash the clove with a good heavy knife and mince it. Plus clean up is easier than dealing with a press.

That exhibit was amazing. There were times I was so emotionally engaged it was like being close to tears.

Best scene ever from that movie. And every time we are flipping through channels in the early evening and land on “Wheel of Fortune”, either my husband or I invariably say “WHEEL...OF.....FISH”!!
 

I started drinking coffee at a very young age, and the only time I was able to successfully quit was when I was pregnant. I tried to quit once when I was working at a greenhouse as a shipping manager. Halfway through the morning of the second day, a group of my coworkers came in with a huge cup of coffee from the 7-11…

The seven year old in me is probably far too excited about this for her own good.

Late to the comments here, but as a kid I lived on Braunschweiger / Liverwurst sandwiches, sometimes with a slice of good Swiss cheese on rye. Liverwurst is one of the things I honestly miss as a pescatarian, along with bacon, and NJ Taylor Ham. My husband (whose Dad was 2nd generation German) fails to see the…

After doing this for hours with my mom, I actually can get up a rhythm and de-vein shrimp with ease. I hate shrimp poop grit with my shrimp. The funny thing was my mom was a pro at the technique and never ate shrimp; she was allergic to shellfish.

Being a denizen of the Central Coast of CA, yes I’ve had Scotty B’s sauces. I concur on Jalapeno Scream. A drop on an oyster is great. I also like the Ghostly Garlic Hot Sauce. Again, Scotty B’s balances out the heat with some rather nice flavors. There’s complexity there instead of the makings of a fraternity haze.

I don’t mind hot, but I hate the uber Scoville units that don’t balance out the heat with some sort of complimentary flavor. My husband once bought me chocolates with “ghost pepper” flakes and it was a major disappointment. It was a burn with no flavor complexity—like hey chocolate and then lets burn your tongue with…