Sunday, March 16, 2014

I can't believe that I've been taking crappy pictures of food for 7 years. I think that's the longest I've ever stuck with anything. So for the millionth time, here is yet another installment of "Boring Pictures of Things That I've Eaten."

Steak and eggs over easy with rice, beans, and chimichurri from Beco, a Brazilian restaurant around the corner from the studio where I've been working. This place rules.

Little dessert cups, kind of forget what was in them. The one on the left was topped with toasted coconut, the middle one was passion fruit pudding or flan or custard whatever, with cheese on top?? It was really weird but delicious once I let my tongue process the strangeness of it. Not sure that I would eat it again though.  

Fried okra and a fried chicken salad from Bobwhite, an itty bitty Southern restaurant in the East Village. I forgot to take a picture of the pimento grilled cheese sandwich, which was amazing and painful at the same time. 

I started putting roasted red peppers in my bodega breakfast sandwiches as a way to brighten things up a little and give it a kick because I hate sriracha now.

And since I dislike sriracha, it makes no sense that I made this dark food monstrosity one night. Bon Appetit has this recipe for peanut butter toast with scallions, sriracha, cilantro, lime juice, and salt. It makes sense if you think about Southeast Asian food and flavors. So using this toast as inspiration, I thought that adding feta cheese to peanut butter would be a good idea. It was not. I honestly have no idea what I was thinking or why I did it. I guess I thought feta would be tangy and salty like the way lime juice is?? And that the sriracha would give it the same kind of zing? God, I don't even know. You can judge me. I do.

This is just my usual hang over breakfast from the diner across the street except this time I wasn't actually hung over, just really tired. But my waiter told me he could tell I was hung over because the last few times I've been in there, I've been wearing the same thing--my pajamas. Ugh, my life.

 A self-date lunch: lobster claw bloody mary, lobster roll, chips, pickle, and some disappointingly gross coleslaw

This shi-shi little food store opened up across the street and they have fancy cheese and charcuterie. It's one of those stores that can sell sriracha and dried beans in a bag for more money than they're worth because it's cute. I'm not hating on it, I like it. I go there all the time because on the inside I'm just a boring person with the same tastes as a Fort Greene mother of two. Anyway, they also have sandwiches. This one is classic: butter, ham, cornichons...the bread could have been better though, I didn't like all the seeds on it.

Green toast: avocado, arugula, and little pieces of sour and spicy pickles from Sahadis. And a piece of salami because I can't be a vegetarian. 

This is fake pizza. Vegan pizza...? Actually there is no such thing because vegan pizza isn't pizza. This is a toasted pita with avocado, cucumbers, tomatoes and a drizzle of olive oil and lemon juice. Actually I put feta on top after so it's not vegan. Maybe something a mom-food blogger would call "Healthy Pizza" and that would make me mad because it's not pizza. Apparently I've got a lot of feelings about what makes a pizza, a pizza.

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