Category Archives: food

Recipe Corner: Blissfully Olive-Free Pasta Salad

I love pasta salad, but I can’t stand olives. This means that I can’t eat pasta salad in most restau­rants or delis, at least that I’ve tried. I pretty much gave up until I found one salad that worked for me in the deli at the Hon­est Weight Food Co-op in Albany, and devised my

Milk! MILK!

We got about six inches of nasty, wet, heavy snow here in the last twenty-four hours or so, and we’re sup­posed to get more. It’s unpleas­ant. It lit­er­ally took me 45 min­utes to drive about 100 yards on my way to work this after­noon. Peo­ple are out of their minds.
On my way home, I stopped at

Visual Week(s) in Review

Grocery 101

1 ounce of ground cloves at Price Chop­per: $12
1 ounce of ground cloves at Asian mar­ket across the street: $1
No, I didn’t test the cloves for melamine.

Strawberry harvest

Today’s side yard straw­berry har­vest. They are deli­cious.
For once, I got there before the squir­rels did. If I knew I’d be here next sum­mer, I would put more plants in, but I’m not sure. I love my lit­tle straw­berry patch and how it’s grown since I moved in.

Appetizers, Potter’s Tavern, Raymertown, NY

Sweet potato fries and stuffed baked pota­toes. Both were won­der­ful. You know you’re using some fan­tas­tic bacon when I can’t get enough of it–I usu­ally pick bacon out of things or avoid it entirely. This, I might even eat a piece of on its own, and I haven’t eaten bacon by itself in about twenty

Grocery deal tip: splitting up our Triscuit

I wish that the “Still have our dig­nity” sketch from Kids in the Hall were avail­able some­where online on video. I sing it to myself every time I eat Triscuits. I admit that I have a prob­lem.
But, a quick tip for peo­ple who live near a Price Chop­per and like snacks. Wheat Thins and Triscuits

Canines, cupcakes, and the hazards of butter

I hadn’t made cup­cakes in a while, so I decided to make some up for my trip north­ward to see Naomi and Mark’s new place, and to meet their new dog­gie. DOGGIE! I didn’t have the sup­plies on hand for home­made dog treats, but human cup­cakes I could do.
I pulled out Amy Sedaris’s book, where the

I’m no fan, but I wouldn’t take it that far.

Some­one was very, very upset with the McCormick spice pack­ets at Han­naford tonight.

They were not as upset with the iden­ti­cal dis­play at the end of the aisle.

Well, I am, but that’s not why

I think I’ve learned how much pho­to­graphic bacon it takes to make me feel phys­i­cally ill.
This much.