After eating some octopus on challah bread with Tamara this morning, and discussing a hypothetical (we broke) trip to the north of Spain, real Pulpo á galega is all I can think about. Also known as Polbo á feira, this dish is a traditional Galician dish from the motherland. Maybe it’s weird for me to be writing this but all motherlands are basically the same if your growing up your parents ate weird fish and kept their home fascistically tidy . The dish is boiled octupus, cut into pieces, drizzled with olive oil, sprinkled with paprika and salt. Go, look at the pictures - I’m going nuts.
Allegedly a hurricane was supposed to hit New York or something. I don’t know, whatever happened ended up being pretttyyyy boring. There was some water, I think the toilet overflowed a few times. Some people, I won’t say who, ate a lot of mushrooms and drank an entire bottle of vodka and some people went to sleep at 10 PM like a pathetic geriatric but I am still not pointing any fingers.
Wong Kar Wai presents In The Mood for Tacos. After a night of awkwardly drinking a lot a lot a lot too much at a bougie office party, Tamara and I ended up on 51st and 5th Ave in Sunset Park, at Rico’s Tacos at 2 AM. Jamie claimed that these were the best tacos on the planet and I didn’t believe him until
so, we wrote about hope & anchor once before. this time we brought some gentleman company and succeeded in stuffing ourselves to the sleeping point.
sometimes, when you’re in your twenties, you decide that going to bed at eighty-thirty every week night is too depressing and you invite yelena over on a tuesday and she says she is going to make some unpronounceable drink using only blueberries, limes, clear rum, and brown sugar. cool! smush the ingredients together with a grandmother’s wooden spoon and drink up (quickly). if a grandmother did not give you a wooden spoon for your kitchen, you cannot make this. this is a critical part of the recipe.
so, we found our new summer drink! potentially replacing our ever-popular inventions, the shlomie and coco rum with tampico. i’m pretty sure yelena will make pitchers of this new hotness in return for letting us hang out in your backyard for a really long time. i didn’t eat the fruit at the bottom because i’m still coming to terms with any fruit that isn’t a granny smith apple. sorry.
by the way, check out the official what’s-really-food office space in the photoset! that’s absolutely not the roof of my apartment building. it’s very official, okay??
Summer food it’s summer food!
Tamara sort of blew up my drink recipe but I will forgive her for this because: a. it is her birthday and b. on this night she forewent all hatred of vegetables to feed me.
So let me just say that this drink, which is called a Caipirinha, is strong as fuck. It is straight rum. Add ice to the recipe above because otherwise you will die of alcohol poisoning. Some bars charge $11 dollars for this cocktail (no, I am not serious when I refer to this as a cocktail) but now you can get wasted in style for approximately $1. You’re welcome, Carrie Bradshaws of this putrid city.
The salad is yellow zucchini, snap peas, lettuce, heirloom tomatoes, and a granny smith apple, grilled tofu with rosemary & raspberry balsamic vinaigrette. This salad is a true testament to our friendship because Tamara said, “It is not a hamburger.”
In conclusion, we (I) got drunk and ate this shit on a roof on the one day it was warm outside because global warming is making the weather alarmingly volatile and now it’s been raining for three weeks so that’s scary, right? If you want to be friends, let us know and we can probably do this again sometime. Also, the cheese was good.
Two weeks ago to date was a very special day because it was the day I became a woman and got my hair did for the first time. Gwynn and Tamara came with me because I am a baby and hate change. After my deeply internalized existential freak out Gwynn was like, “Yo let’s go eat Cuban food.” So we went to Cafe Con Leche on 96th and Amersterdam.
John, Tamara and I went to Cafe LULUc for New Year’s dinner before we got shitty (especially John).
We provide a poignant analysis of the meal (via GChat and iPhone photos) below. The information age right?!
Yelena: enough about boys. let’s talk about food. ok so new years 2010 dinner. pretty good dinner. is that a good review, do you think?
Tamara: pretty descriptive, i don’t think we need to say anything else
Yelena: we always eat food that might make us puke before new years
Tamara: it’s more acceptable to have a food excuse than to admit you drank two bottles of andré alone
Yelena: no one did that this year. not you not me.