Adam D. Roberts's Blog
December 5, 2009
December 4, 2009
This is not a theater blog, it's a food blog. So why, on this Friday morning, am I writing a post about "Our Town"? Specifically, the production on Barrow Street in the West Village directed by David Cromer? All I will say, here in this first paragraph, is that if you live in New York and you want to see something beautiful and powerful, an emotionally-charged and totally un-cheesy interpretation of a classic American play, rush downtown and behold this lovely, surprising and deeply...
December 3, 2009
I never know if I'm stealing an Edible Manhattan when I remove it from a coffee shop or store. Usually there's a price on top of it, but they're stacked up next to The Onion and the Onion's free, right? So I'm either wanted by New York City police or I'm perfectly within my rights to pilfer a copy each month.
And this month I'm glad I did it, because it was in the pages of a pilfered Edible Manhattan that I learned about the lard pie crust from Flying Pigs Farm.
I realize that ...
December 2, 2009
November 30, 2009
The thing about Thanksgiving is that people have expectations. They expect some kind of squash soup, they expect turkey, of course, and stuffing and taters (mashed and sweet) and all kinds of pies for dessert. Maybe that's why I don't like cooking it: the element of surprise is fairly limited ("Oooh look, he put cranberries in the stuffing!") and even if you half-ass it, people will still enjoy themselves as long as there's plenty of wine. Where's the fun in that? Where's the challenge...
November 26, 2009
November 23, 2009
November 19, 2009
In case you haven't noticed, food blogs, food magazines, food networks and the like love Thanksgiving. They love it because, for once, the nation is intent on cooking dinner. For 364 days out of the year, that's mostly not the case--what with fast food and frozen dinners and all the other instant options at our fingertips. But Thanksgiving? Thanksgiving is something you've gotta cook. That is, unless you're me.
Me, I prefer cooking those other 364 days out of the year. It's not ...
November 18, 2009
As a New York based food blogger, I often make an effort to vary my posts so that those of you not in New York--which, I imagine, is actually the large majority of you--can feel like I'm speaking to you too.
But this post, despite its New York specificity, has what I imagine is universal appeal--mostly because of a chef that I've loved and admired for as long as I've been interested in cooking. That chef is Mario Batali.
Mario's show "Molto Mario" was the show, along with...
November 16, 2009
When I think pot roast, I think Americana, I think 50s sitcoms and a beleaguered housewife who intones: "Oh, darn it, I burnt the pot roast!"
It's not a dish that I ate much growing up, eating--as we did--most of our meals out. My first real pot roast memory, actually, comes from Atlanta. I ordered pot roast at one of my favorite, kitschy restaurants there--Agnes & Muriel's--and got very sick afterwards. I don't blame Agnes & Muriel's, but I did blame pot roast. I avoided it for years.
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