Month: February 2011

How to spend a Sunday morning with a duck

Step 0: Buy a duck. (Saturday afternoon)

My friend Alisa sent me a link for a soup recipe, and I felt compelled to make it. The soup called for duck stock, whose procedure was briefly described in the article. I announced to Kristin that I was going to make the soup, including the stock, so she took me to a shop in Charlottenburg where I could easily buy a whole duck. I impulse bought some chicken wings while I was there but held myself back from the trays of glistening offal.

My first whole duck

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Why I hate the term “foodie”

B. R. Myers sums it up in his book review The Moral Crusade Against Foodies (subtitled “Gluttony dressed up as foodie-ism is still gluttony.”) in the March issue of The Atlantic. I’ve always had a hard time with the term. I suspect it’s because deep down I feel guilty and selfish for being borderline obsessed with food. Myers writes that foodies are “single-minded … and single-mindedness—even in less obviously selfish forms—is always a littleness of soul.” Ouch. Also, it’s probably because I just wouldn’t be accepted. After all, I can’t stand eggs. Continue reading “Why I hate the term “foodie”” →

A new favourite way to eat ramen

I kinda grew up on ramen noodles. At some point my mom started putting a whole head of broccoli and its stem into the water as it came to a boil, which made the dish both tastier and (more?) nutritious. A few years ago a friend turned me onto adding an egg during the final minute of boiling, adding some protein to make it a complete meal.

Oh, hello sexy bowl

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