1.) carrots; 2.) bread; 3.) peppers; 4.) onions; 5.) rice
Don’t know whether this is supposed to be by weight, value, volume, or frequency of purchase. Each would yield a different response.
1.) carrots; 2.) bread; 3.) peppers; 4.) onions; 5.) rice
Don’t know whether this is supposed to be by weight, value, volume, or frequency of purchase. Each would yield a different response.
I have no strong feelings. Everything that lives becomes food, so I don’t see a sound moral argument against meat. There is certainly a nutritional argument against eating excessive quantities of meat (which I would grant many meat-eaters do) but this is not an argument for dropping meat altogether. I accept that there is a reasonable environmental argument, but — counterpoint — it’s delicious.
I see no argument at all against choosing to eat vegetarian or vegan, so I certainly wouldn’t try to talk anyone out of their decision to do so. (i.e. The “you can’t get enough protein” argument is bullshit.)
Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. (Chronologically, not in order of preference.)
Paper masala dosa for breakfast; Thai red curry for lunch; mixed fruit for dinner.
What food would you say is your specialty?
I make a mean pot of steamed rice.
The Virtues of the Table: How to Eat and Think by Julian BagginiThere was an old man from China
who thought he was having angina,
but it was the Kung Pao --
with peppercorns for WOW! --
that gave heartburn to the old man of China.
There was a Guinea Pig from Peru
who didn’t know just quite what to do.
He’d heard there were places
-- oh, so magical places –
where his kind lived as pets not as food.
Pie eating. I don't mean to be gluttonous about it, but I seldom eat a proper piece of pie. I'd say I get enough dessert, overall, but perhaps need to shift more of the balance of dessert in the direction of pie. Or maybe I just have a momentary hankering for pie, and this is all just meaningless rambles. I do not intend to build a pie-eating action plan, so things will probably remain as they are on the pie-eating front.
Food and air, mostly. Ultimately, the Sun, I suppose.
Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.
A blunder once in a while does not rise to tragedy. I burn toast on a regular basis. Think about that. It’s the most rudimentary culinary activity imaginable, and I fuck it up at least weekly.
To be fair, I think my toaster might be a North Korean imposter, part of a plot to undermine the Western Capitalist world one ruined breakfast at a time.