Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day, right after lunch, dinner, pre-snacks, and post-snacks.
I try not to speed eat, to take my time, chew my food, and enjoy the meal. This zen approach to eating lasts for about three bites and then I am back to shoveling spoonfuls, elegantly, into my mouth between breaths.
ABC's The Chew was a cross between a talkshow, a cooking show, and a 70's gameshow. The multifaceted hourlong episodes covered everything from food trends, to classic recipes, celebrity gossip, gadgets, cooking techniques, and trivia, to name but a few. The...
I truly believe that Bourdain passing is going to serve as a wakeup call to our collective conciseness. You can “have it all” and still be depressed. Having a perfect life does not exist and should not be striven for.
I enjoy seeing my food while I am eating, well, mine and everyone else’s for that matter.
We have all done it, ordered a dish or drink for the sole purpose of taking a selfie with it and posting it on social media. It is similar to when a climber reaches the top of the mountain, plants a flag, and takes a picture.
The participants are as courages as they come. They bare their bodies and their souls on camera.The show delves deep into the physical, emotional, and psychological problems. I have a great deal of respect for these people and do not watch the show in judgment but rather in an attempt to understand their pain.
There is nothing more refreshing and satisfying for lunch or dinner than a well balanced salad. Balanced salads have a good mix of textures, flavors, and colors. The difference between a random bowl of vegetables or fruits and a salad is the dressing. Good salads are...
Free food samples are my weakness, my achilles heel, my kryptonite. I am physically and mentally incapable of walking past free samples without stoping and trying some. My body instinctively moves towards the food and before I know it, my hand has already picked up a...
It is my joy, my zen place, my raison d’être. If food was a person and needed a kidney transplant, I would donate both of mine, no questions asked. If food was a religion, I would be at its temple praying all day, everyday. If it was culturally acceptable I would drape myself in food from head to toe.