lazy update

This is an update while I wait for my Seamless delivery order in bed, like a disgusting blob whose sinuses has been ravaged by spring allergies. I hate pollen. Everything got uploaded randomly, some things are older, some things are newer. I forget to take pictures of my food a lot of the time these days. It's okay though, I don't have anything interesting to say about it.

 I think these are tacos made with left over Mexican delivery food. Sad or resourceful? I think resourceful because I'm pretty sure I had my own tortillas and vegetables and cotija cheese.

Kat took me to the best falafel ever, really, truly. Azuri Cafe, somewhere on 52nd street and some high numbered avenues, I don't remember which ones. 

In a pita, it looks like its getting barfed up

 But in a plate, it looks less like that. So many pickled vegetables = happy :-). Sorry that what little writing abilities I had have been reduced to single words and emoticons.

Seder dinner at the Richards' house. Last year was with the Finkelsteins, next year maybe I will celebrate with the Goodkinds (Nikki...were you serious?).

Mae fed me some stew.

 And some wontons. Omg did you know that you can just fry wontons directly in the oil without having to boil them first? I did not.

One of those rare brunches to remind me that I am indeed an adult and not an 17 year old who only eats toast and delivery food because I don't know how to do anything.

Favorite thing to get when I have dim sum. 

The Commodore has the cutest burgers. 

Blueberry pancakes...pancakes were good, you know, standard Bisquicky fluffy and buttery. But that blueberry filling tasted like some nasty sugar crack from the 99 cent knockoff product aisle. That's diner food, I guess.

 A half-hearted effort at taking a picture of all the food we ordered at John's Coffee and Donut. We sat at the counter so it was kind of tricky or else I would have tried a little harder. 

Tacos at Barrio Chino

Fish tacos and really good tater tots from lunch with my mom when I was home

Dick's Deluxe

Half jjajjang myun and half sweet and sour battered and fried chicken. Or pork, honestly don't remember, they probably both would have tasted the same. So good though.

My best friend got married! The food at the reception was awesome but I was too devastatingly hung over to enjoy any of it. I think my speech came out alright though. Congratulations Taylor! 

Another from lunch with my mom. I miss my mom. 

She made me rice cake soup when I came home from the airport.

I went to Veselka's and got a salad??  It was nice though, I like fennel and cranberries together.

I also got a lonely potato pancake, which I regretted as soon as a little middle school boy sat next to me at the counter and order a whole plate of them. I wish I had done the same.

This time I made tacos, but then accidentally dumped half a little jar of whole peppercorns into the beans. It was pretty bad. I also have this habit of making tater tots with basically anything, I'm trying to quit. 

Secret staff meal options

Basically this is acorn jelly, which sounds so gross but I have no other way of describing it. Mixed with a watercress salad and this spicy dressing my mom makes. 

I made kimchi fried rice for my mom :-3 I don't know how to cook any other Korean food.

My mom makes this really good spicy stir fry with octopus and zucchini and carrots and then you eat it with noodles. Yup

 I remember the day I made this double decker quesadilla and thought that I must be the genius the world has been waiting for. I think as a rule, none of the things you think after 1 am are reasonable.

Pizza

Delivery is here. Bye.

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.

day & night

In my last post I talked about "dark food," more commonly known as "drunk food" or "the munchies" or more accurately, "depressingly gross food." I have separated the following pictures from the past few weeks into two categories: day and night. Coincidentally, the bodega where I do a lot of my late night snack shopping at is called Day & Night, and I am best friends with the man who works there. I could go more in depth about what makes these pictures day food or night food but I think that is maybe pretty self explanatory. 

DAY:

 I have really been into savory oatmeal lately, but only if its the steel-cut type of oatmeal. It's more like grits or something. I've been treating the oatmeal like rice: sesame oil, a little soy sauce, scallions, avocado, and a little bit of chopped kimchi. I'm not sure how the sausage fit in but it was breakfast time. Try it! Put an egg on it too.

 

Super Bowl snacks are one of those foods that could float between "day food" and "night food" depending on its context. This was before 11 pm and I was sober. Therefore, this is day food.

 Chorizo and egg torta

Smoked salmon and sweet potato salad on creme fraiche, topped with sesame seeds

 

A super non-descriptive photograph of a great steak sandwich I had at Beco. It's right around the corner from my studio (yes! I rent time at a printshop now! putting my degree to good use, hopefully). The sandwich was oozing cheese and it came with a chimichurri sauce that helped brighten it up a bit. Plus cornichons. I love miniature versions of anything. 

Ok now we begin the descent into the dark. 

NIGHT:

 Chocolate chip pancakes and "a little" whipped cream. John's Donut and Coffee opens at 5 am. I stayed awake until 5 am so I could get there when it opened. Actually the truth is that I fell asleep on the couch around 3:30 and my friend woke me up at 5 to tell me that the diner was open.

A frozen bean and rice burrito from Trader Joe's but I put avocado and hot sauce on it so it's ok!!

One night after work, I went into Day & Night to get some kombucha and strawberry Pop Tarts. But then, there was a guy getting a hamburger. And then after I talked to him very seriously about what he was gonna eat, I wanted one too! So I did it.

As you can see, this is more tragic than a McDonald's hamburger. 

But based on his photograph, where there is an empty burger-sized space, one might assume that I, blinded by "hunger," ate the whole damn thing.  The curly fries were really good too. Day and Night has the best fries on the block. It's a small block.

 

This last picture is a little bit like a self portrait. It's me as a half eaten, cold slice of pizza illuminated by the light of my computer, which if you look closely, is on the Facebook site. 

Fin.

snacks after midnight

Because I work night hours, I've developed some really bad eating habits. Actually, the truth is that I have some really bad (and gross) late night eating habits but I've developed some good excuses for them, like: I work late, 2 am is like my 6 pm, I didn't have time to eat dinner, the service industry makes me like food more than people, I'm not sober. You know. If I'm smart, I'll try to sleep it off or eat a stupid banana or something. But most of the time I make the dumb choice and eat all the bad snack foods while trying to alleviate my guilt by giving myself small portions (over and over). I know that eating a small square of chocolate 16 times in 10 minutes is still the same as eating the whole bar of chocolate...but everyone lies to themselves sometimes. 

The following pictures are kept in a depressing folder on my desktop that I have labeled as "dark food." First, because I consider the hours after midnight and before 7 am my most dangerous and deadly snacking hours. Secondly, these pictures are really bad. Third, the food can be weird.

This is the best Ritter Sport flavor. It's like breakfast in a chocolate bar.

 A quesadilla smeared with an avocado. You'll notice that the plate is resting on my stomach and that I put my knees up to block the light of the T.V so that I could take this picture.

White cheddar flavored Pop Corners and blue and red "Sour 'Sghetti" Haribo gummies. I had to dump the bag out on the table because there were hardly and green ones and that's my favorite flavor. Not a good combo of snacks but I ate it all anyway.

The funny part about this picture is that I brought out a book pretending that I was going to read it and eat my snacks but I'm pretty sure I watched Malcom in the Middle instead. This snack plate is deceptive--the prosciutto, figs, and goat cheese (plus the book, I guess) make it seem like a nice mid-afternoon bite. But then there's chips and salsa, a pickle, and a mini serving of coffee Haagen-Dazs ice cream. So that's how you know this was actually after midnight.

Pretty: duck proscuitto, arugula, orange?? 

Sometimes eating alone late at night can get lonely. I like to have friends: a Sriracha smile on a cheese slice on a cracker. 

A little bowl of honey roasted peanuts, two cornichons, an olive, and 4 little pieces of brie. I am not entirely sure that the olives or the cheese were in good condition.

There are also times like this one, where I don't even try to kid myself with small portions and I go all out. Plus the guy who works the late hours at my bodega really eggs me on, so that's how I ended up with this grilled cheese sandwich AND a pack of Hostess powdered donettes. You can see that I still tried to trick myself though-- a bottle of chia kombucha to make it a balanced meal.

This one is unrelated to this post but I found some of my L.A food pictures. No explanation needed for this one, huh? My conclusion is that the fries are bad, the burgers are good, Shake Shack is better, but I would definitely go again, no hesitation.