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- I Didn’t Think Such A Thing Was Possible
Just look at those juices.
It’s the morning after Halloween, you’re epically hung-over, and you gorged yourself on fried chicken the night before–what do you want to eat?
That’s right: more fried chicken.
Because you’re a woman who values her slenderness, you resist. Nevertheless, to misappropriate Blaise Pascal, le ventre a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît […]
- Three Quick Lunches For A Rushed Sensualist
Quick need not mean slapdash; convenient need not imply “convenience foods”. I eat an awful lot of lunches alone in my apartment, and I don’t need company to justify eating well.
I like to boil down leftover rice to make plain congee, a Chinese rice porridge with the consistency of oatmeal. Like grits, congee may be […]
- Southern Crack, or Country Clafoutis
For me, the American South has always been the very height of exoticism. Europe? Old hat. Growing up in Hong Kong, I was the weird teenager who went to Tower Records only to buy copies of the Oxford American. I became obsessed with Carson McCullers, and started writing a short story set in Pine Bluff, […]
