- Seems about right. N'at. m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=RY6l… 40 minutes ago
- So, Twitter. Who among you has a good mustard recipe? 54 minutes ago
- When are hipsters and celebrities going to start naming children after punctuation instead of fruit and colors? Ampersand, Em Dash, etc. 1 hour ago
- Also: Dude in a communist hat is debating with his neighbors whether to try to get his photo taken with @billpeduto, who is here, too. 1 hour ago
- Is it wrong that I want this? yfrog.com/oc66focdj yfrog.com/xxxxxx 2 hours ago
- And of course we all need one of these. yfrog.com/od6d1lrj 2 hours ago
- Um, OK. yfrog.com/obxvuegj 2 hours ago
- The return of the farmers markets means it's also street-work season. post-gazette.com/stories/local/… 22 hours ago
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I am not a professional. Don’t pretend to be one, no real aspirations to be one. Those who cook for a living impress me. The hours, the conditions, the repetition — and the hazards. About a year ago I came … Continue reading →
My mother once asked me what I considered my life’s motto. She put my answer on a T-shirt. Fun family, no?
And while I’m painfully self-promoting, Tim Russell got the third issue of Craft Pittsburgh magazine up online a while back. My story about the annual TRASH homebrew competition begins on page 12 if you’re so inclined. See? So purty.
I should mention that this month and next, at the least, I’m writing a few short things for Pittsburgh Magazine. May not last — would be cool if it did — but for the time being, it’s been sort of … Continue reading →
Roasting poblanos. Among my favoritest things ever. Forgot to mention: Those roasted poblanos went into a lamb chili I made for my in-laws. It was good. You’re just going to have to trust me.
Almost seven months in Pittsburgh now. I’m still new. It’s my city but it’s not my city. As much as I have embraced this city and it me, I am not of this place. I still have something to earn, … Continue reading →
Not too long after I moved to Pittsburgh, I started going to D’s Six Pax & Dogz in Regent Square. Good beer, something new on tap with tremendous consistency, solid, flavorful hotdogs and exceptional fries. I’m probably there more often … Continue reading →
For some reason, the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette was crazy enough to pay me to write this story for them. No accounting for taste, I suppose. But there is one thing you won’t know from reading it. My favorite paragraphs are the … Continue reading →
Food is for sharing. One of the hardest things about moving to Pittsburgh in stages has been my inability to entertain. Cooking for myself is fine — I do like food — but it’s so much more gratifying to do … Continue reading →
Silliness, to be sure. And in all likelihood my last post today. But a friend of mine just reminded me I did this, so I thought I’d share. This is my food-related playlist. Everything on here mentions something food-related in … Continue reading →
Oh, hey. Forgot to mention. Some people got it in their heads to pay me to write occasionally about food. Based in part on this-here little site. Good deal. Different working with editors on this stuff, but getting used to … Continue reading →
Not strictly food-related. Today, though, this is where my brain is. It’s my first day in my new apartment — the first space in Pittsburgh I can truly call my own. Almost as much as food speaks to me about … Continue reading →
Thanks to the folks at Boring Pittsburgh, who allowed me a guest post about what all I’m trying to do with this little site. You can find it here. Much obliged to Ken Heusey for the photos.
It could be a reaction to a childhood spent too often eating bean chips and tofu burgers. Not my fault. Not my choice. This was 1980s Los Angeles, my home until I was 11. People ate this crap — and … Continue reading →
Really, Pittsburgh? I am quickly getting to the point that I’m surprised I’ve not met anyone named Blackngold.