Category Archives: Food Fight

NOLA

The pink note in the Ziplock Bag attached to the purple bike says, “The same kids that stole your tire today, stole it last month. I called the cops @ 4:52PM to report it. They have my contact. I was … finish reading NOLA

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Toda Raba, Mister President

Toda Raba means Thank You, in case you’re wondering. President Obama ended his speech in Jerusalem this morning by saying Toda Raba. So I looked it up. Didn’t watch the speech. Didn’t listen to the speech. Didn’t want to get … finish reading Toda Raba, Mister President

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Oy Vey v. Mangia Mangia

I think Dad feels like we’ve been playing the Jewish Card long enough. Growing-up, Grandma Gustandine sipped Cheap Chianti all day, while making homemade noodles that hung to dry in the kitchen as her meatballs and lamb shanks simmered in … finish reading Oy Vey v. Mangia Mangia

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Kitchen Chicks

I never figured out how to be “That Guy.” You know, That Guy who was banging all The Kitchen Chicks. Fresh out of Kendall College Culinary School, I worked the Oyster Bar at Marche Restaurant. I met Jaime. I was a … finish reading Kitchen Chicks

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Name That Dish

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