Where have you gone, Joe Dimaggio?

Forgive me father, for I have been MIA.  Medical student In Action.  I have neglected my friends, I have neglected my health, I have neglected my laundry, but most importantly, I have neglected you.
For nearly three years I diligently blogged about food.  Food in the restaurant, food at home, food in France.  I had a [...]

pb+j m+ms

Nothing goes better together than strawberry jam and chunky peanut butter.  Slather it on sandwich bread, cut your masterpiece in half diagonally, place in Ziploc bag, and you have heaven on Earth waiting for you for lunch.

The stick-to-the-roof-of-your-mouth-ness of peanut butter is perfectly paired with the smoothness of the jam.  Peanut butter tastes best when [...]

bag half full.

This is an unopened bag of Tostitos.  Apparently they are now 20% fuller.  Woulda liked to have seen them before…

shlom, jul!

Time Travel.

Eating can transport you to a different continent.  The smells and sounds…and taste of the food can temporarily remove you from the urban grind and trick your tastebuds into believing you are on the beach in Italy, if you’re lucky.  Or you can swap one metropolis for another and pretend you are eating in Delhi.
But [...]

Dedicated to Brunch and to Neta.

Four of my seven roommates from Senior Year were reunited yesterday for brunch, arguably the best meal of the day and the sole reason holiday weekends exist.
We braved the heat and the early morning and ventured eerily close to where the numbers end, but it was worth it because my friend Chris was manning the [...]

I miss it.

There were two of them.  Crumpled against the fence of a neighboring townhouse on East 92nd Street.  Her head was rested in her hands, he had a cigarette in his mouth.  And I could tell you their story without missing a beat.  Their chef’s whites gave them away.  The cigarette didn’t hurt, either.
They had just come [...]

Mac + Cheese.

Eric and I went to dinner last night with his parents.  The decor: orange.  The menu: mac + cheese.  Sure, there were variations on the theme.  But for the most part, dinner was one part mac, three parts cheese (with the requisite crumbs on top, duh).
Here’s the evidence.

oscar.

I think my parents had it right all along.  We were not allowed to win goldfish at our school carnivals or our camp carnivals or the town carnival.  Goldfish were not an acceptable prize for the ring toss; stuffed animals and slap bracelets were.
So when I rescued Oscar (formerly known as Harvey) from the dreary [...]

possible future med student

Ben read every single entry while he was at work on Monday.  Yep, every single one.  From the time I bitched about work in Seattle to the time I bragged that Sarah Jessica Parker stepped on my messenger bag.  Every single one.  And he had one comment.  ”You’re no longer a possible future med-student.”  And [...]

in the lap of luxury.

I like routines.  I brew the same tea with the same 2 packets of Splenda and same dash of milk each morning.  I eat the same cereal during class each afternoon.  I go through the same motions each day from leaving school to walking through my front door.  And I watch Top Chef with the [...]