There’s a bit of a problem when it comes to developing an opinion of an idea of food, especially when that idea runs dead on into the reality of said food. I’ve been thinking about that a lot this week as the United States Department of Agriculture considers lifting a 21-year import ban on haggis .
For me, the Super Bowl represents the true end of a Holiday season that started back in October with Halloween. What makes this season so wondrous to me is the fact that all of them have food play a distinct part in the festivities.
Sometimes I weep for the average consumer. Okay, I’m embellishing just a bit, but sometimes I can’t help but think that the game is rigged against the Joe and Jane Doe of Averageville, Kansas.
I had a friend in college who always ordered steak or a hamburger when we went out to eat. It didn’t matter what type of restaurant we visited, if these options were available, then they were the ones ordered.
Candy is one of those food items that fits into the category of “I know it when I see it, but I’ll be damned if I can tell you what constitutes it.” This lack of a concrete definition makes defining what, exactly, is candy, a tad bit difficult.
Is it just me, or does the title sound like it could be the name of a lounge act? Anyways…
Something odd happened whilst in Amsterdam. A weird feeling came over me one afternoon whilst I was reading in a local eetcafé, sipping on a drink of bitter lemon and enjoying a light lunch
Being only a few kilometers from Belgium, I have access to lambics that are difficult to find in the U.S.
For the most part, I’ve spent my vacation doing something that I almost never do: relaxing. Oh, I have some things that need to get done, but for the most part, I can just adhere to my own schedule, read, and hang out in the local pubs
A quick note from cold and wet Amsterdam. The Netherlands is the neighbor of Belgium, Germany, and the United Kingdom
