I grew up a Pepsi kid. Somewhere in my 20s, I converted to a Coke guy. Cokes never made me fat and I really paid no attention to what was in one. They did give me pimples — rather, drinking two or three over the course of two days would give me one superpowered zit,…
There’s a fantastic scene in Ridley Scott’s Legend where Tim Curry, as the character simply called Darkness, towers over Mia Sara, playing a bewitched princess. She sits uncomfortably at the head of a massive dining table overflowing with foods, familiar and alien, meant to express Darkness’ utterly superficial attempts to woo her. Darkness crows, “Eat…drink!”…
While in Chicago a couple of weekends ago, Jeremy and I descended on Coq d’Or, the Drake’s well-appointed hotel lounge. Here was served the 2nd drink in Chicago after Prohibition righteously imploded. Their specialty is the Martini. Hotel elevators present tasteful advertisements for James Bond’s drink of choice; the bar itself offers several vodka delectations.
If you stop and consider the one book you pick up more than any other, what is it? The bible? The torah? The dictionary? The Yellow Pages? Really, what is it? I can guarantee that it’s not a novel, no matter how many times you’ve read it. It’s not a poetry collection. I mean, come…
Today, I received my bi-weekly shipment of ultra-delicious organic vegetables from PlanetOrganics, which has changed the way I think about and consume veggies and fruits. Whenever these shipments arrive, I run to my cookbooks for ideas about what to do with so much food. Today, I grabbed Deborah Madison’s The Greens Cookbook and Jamie Oliver’s…