Last week I wanted chips and salsa. This is not my regular snack and I was pretty excited about this new fun thing I got at the grocery store. But when it was time to open it at home the lid wouldn’t budge. I gave it everything I had, so much that my arms were […]
Category: Food
Magical thinking
On Saturday night it appealed to me to sit at a restaurant bar by myself. It offered me everything that I wanted which was: an excuse to shower and put on something other than the sweat- and grease-stained shirts that I’d worn for 50+ hours this week, a place to sit near people but without […]
Happy Ash Wednesday
I went to Catholic schools for twelve years but I never fasted. All I knew was that people used to fast. Once upon a time it was custom for Catholics to fast from midnight Sunday until mass the next morning. In 1964 Pope Paul VI changed this to a one hour fast before receiving communion. […]
The baker’s shift
Two days a week I show up at a Brooklyn pastry shop at 5:30am to pick up the day’s deliveries. When I get here the lights are on low and the windows are all fogged up. The baker has been here since I don’t know when but the way his bike leans up precariously against […]
Assembly-line spinach
I’ve been getting that spinach that comes in a plastic box recently and the other day I opened my new box to find it stuffed full of spinach. Like, wayyyyy too full. When I dug to the middle I found the spinach damp and smelly and suffocated of air. The abnormality made me imagine some […]
Change your life: eat more eggs*
So last winter was rough, guys. I got a tooth abscess and then a root canal. I had, like, five different jobs in a span of three months. And it was really cold all the time. In February I started working at a restaurant in Williamsburg called Egg. And it has been a ray of […]
Things and people you’ll find in the West Bottoms
It was just another post-Christmas winter evening. It was dark by the time I left work and there were no Christmas lights up anymore. I was headed to the West Bottoms for some wine. I turned off of the Boulevard onto West 25th street. I goes along the railroad track and then curves north towards […]
Fervere: to ferment
Oh man. These guys had me in mind when they named their local bakery. This is because I was French in a past life and because I love fermenting things. And it’s called Fervere (fur-vair’-ay), which is the French verb, to ferment. Needless to say, I only have good things to say about this local paradise of […]
Anne Foster 