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Eating My Feelings: Making My Peace with Tomato Paste and How to Make a Great Jambalaya
Welcome to our cooking column Eating My Feelings, where Calvin Amari shows all you broke bastards how to cook great food on the cheap and do it with hilarity. This motherfucker can cook, trust me. He’s a culinary genius. By Calvin Amari How did I end up here? How did I end up as
Organ Grind: A South American Food Journal Part 9, Guts and Glory in Salta, Argentina
The Argentinian food scene, which I had found fairly monotonous heretofore, is improved markedly the closer your proximity to Bolivia and Peru. The most remarkable city of that region is Salta, a frenetic, dirty pearl dropped into the psychedelic northwestern desert. The eyes are more native brown than European hazel
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Parada 22: The Puerto Rican Pop-Up in The Mission
Parada 22 is a brick and mortar in the Upper Haight that neighbors its cousin, Cha Cha Cha. And cousins they are, literally, for Cha Cha Cha (and Boogaloos) is owned by restaurateur Philip Belber who is a cousin of Parada 22 owner, Gloria Pinette. For the last six months,
Food & Farm Film Festival: 18 reasons to spend $15
Not entirely 18 reasons, but we can thank 18 reasons for next month’s Food & Farm Film Festival. It’s the time of year where our eyes are delighted to gaze upon the pops of color finally revealing themselves at the farmer’s markets and along outdoor trails. It’s spring. Which is a
Organ Grind: A South American Food Journal Part 8, A Peruvian Flower in the Desert
Flor de Canela The proprietor Mendoza Province, abutting the Andes in west central Argentina, is a big smudge of green amidst a large expanse of merciless aridity. Its verdancy is owed to the enslavement of Andean snow: upon
Eating My Feelings: Why Yams are Terrible and Potatoes are Amazing
I hate yams because they straddle the line between savory and sweet with such limp optimism. Your mouth hopes the yam will take it in some definitive direction but no. It never chooses.
This Sunday Eat Like You Were Back in the U.S.S.R at the Soviet Kitsch Pop-Up
Jesus fucking Christ! I can’t tell if that’s the most or the least clever article title I’ve ever come up with. Ok, actually the most clever article title I ever came up with was called Queer and Boning in Las Vegas (I’m credited at the end of the article) and was about