I just ordered a CSA share for May from a farm whose stand I always like at the farmers’ market. It’s increasingly unlikely here in Chicago that the outdoor farmer’s markets will open at the beginning of May, as they’re scheduled to, so I’m trying to find ways to support the stands I like from afar. Plus, fresh…

“Liam isn’t a “good” guy, but he’s pathetic enough that if she murders him, it’ll be a change in tone.”

I found the description on an old menupages page! “Grilled corn on a white sauce base topped with roasted poblano peppers, cilantro lime mayo, cotija cheese, and red chili salt.” I don’t love cotija, so it wasn’t my favorite, but everyone else went absolutely nuts for it.

Their pizza is excellent. The Mac & Cheese, the Chicken & Waffles...and my brother still can’t stop talking about the specialty elotes slice they had last summer. This just makes me like them even more!

Yeah, one of the reasons I rarely have food delivered in Chicago (Lakeview) is that it’s very rarely still warm by the time it gets here. When I go home to Nebraska and pizza has to travel 10-15 miles to get to me, it’s still much hotter than what I would normally get in Chicago. Jet’s is sometimes an exception.

I’m doing coq au vin this week, and it will definitely be the most I’ve ever paid for takeout (though I did splurge and get wine too, which doubles the price). But it’s also just a really nice fun bright spot in my week. I get to eat a dish crafted by Grant Achatz and get carry out from a Michelin starred…

It’s actually the Bon Appetit version. The crust in the Smitten Kitchen version looks like it’s probably quite a bit sweeter, but otherwise I’m sure it’s very similar!

He’s been retweeting a lot of people praising Tock’s quick pivot to carryout and saying it saved their restaurant.

I mean, some women CAN’T do both, and shouldn’t be made to feel bad about it. I’m all for Alex Morgan continuing to train (though I’m glad to hear her workouts were retooled in the later stages, likely to accommodate a growing belly and the joint-loosening hormones) if she feels like it, but I feel like “women just are…

I also use this “hack”, but you’re absolutely 100% wrong that “you’ll hardly notice the difference”. Tuna salad made this way tastes its own approximation of good, but it’s barely related to tuna salad done with mayo.

There isn’t an Aldi near me, which is sad, because when I lived abroad, I fucking loved Lidl, which is extremely similar. As a poor student, the amount of alcohol we could afford there was phenomenal, to say nothing of the quality of food we could afford.

Yes, it’s a chocolate ganache that has been refrigerated so it’s more solid. Here’s the inside. It’s not as even as it could be, because like I said, the crust (while still tasting very good) split and cracked and some of the caramel ran out, so it’s thinner in some places and the ganache is thicker.

I keep having rage dreams where I’m fighting someone or screaming at them. I lost my temper on Teddy Roosevelt a few nights ago...why Teddy Roosevelt, I have no idea. My subconscious has a lot of sublimated impotent rage to work out.

Rather than focusing on the “predator” line, I find myself focusing more on the “You belong to me” line. All the hosts can be predators and prey in equal measure, but I find it more difficult to think of hosts that would be utterly subservient to Dolores. I think Teddy makes the most sense there, because he “belongs”…

I missed out on the beef wellington (which is a bummer, because I have a particular passion for short ribs), but I hopped on the coq au vin for next weekend, and treated myself to a bottle of wine. I’m so excited!

I have a better chance at staying 6 ft away from people on the Lakefront Trail (the portion I use regularly) than I do on the sidewalks in my neighborhood. But if people are going to act like nothing is wrong and have beach parties, then I get why they have to close it, too.

They just closed the Lakefront Trail here in Chicago, which really hit me hard, as putting in a podcast and walking where I can look at the water and not at buildings never ceases to bring me joy. I can gently exercise my body while focusing on people dissecting Game of Thrones minutiae and shutting out the rest of…

I might actually prefer to look at unsolicited dick pics over mirror selfies at the gym.

I think I am the least aesthetically pleasing cook in existence. Most of my food comes out tasting great, but my GOD it’s ugly. I’ve long felt like I should start a blog called something like “Holy Shit, What Went Wrong?” just to show people how hideous my cooking is.

I once had a dream that he and I were dating and he was an extremely nice boyfriend, so I now always feel kindly disposed towards him.