ADVENTURES IN DOMESTICITY: Chicken Tikka Masala Edition

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Welcome to my culinary experiment!

Sadly, it is time for my orange-colored culinary journey around the world to conclude. It started in East Hampton, traveled across the Atlantic to The Gambia, headed west to Thailand, and now retreats back east a little to India, home country of my next endeavor, chicken tikka masala.
I was inspired to try this dish after my friend Eunnok whipped up a batch for himself and posted pics on Facebook. It looked delicious, and he confirmed that it indeed was. He forwarded me the recipe, one thing led to another, and voila, here I am with another Adventure in Domesticity.

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ADVENTURES IN DOMESTICITY: Panang Curry Edition

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My orange-colored culinary journey around the world continues! Last week, I detailed my attempts to make butternut squash soup and domoda. Now my cooking adventures take me from East Hampton and Africa all the way to Thailand as I deign to take on one of my favorite curry dishes: panang curry.
Sounds daunting. Will I be up for the challenge? The results after the jump…

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ANGRY WHOPPER QUEST: Continued Facebook Bloodshed

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As I mentioned last week, Burger King has this nifty new promotion for its new item, the Angry Whopper. Just drop ten friends from Facebook and get a free sandwich! How can I turn that down? Last week, I dispensed of two hapless souls. Over the weekend, I managed to drop four more people. Their identities after the jump…

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Would You Be A Lamb And Vote For Me Please?

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This could be me. Except white. And male.

Last year, I fared pretty decently in the Blogger’s Choice Awards, coming in seventh overall for “The Blogitzer” (best writing) and ninth overall for Best Pop Culture Blog. (Thank you all again for voting!). Now it’s time for the Bloggies, and I’m determined to get a nomination somehow, some way. Voting is open to the public until January 12th, at which point, the process falls into the hands of a mysterious committee — probably full of wonderful, charming people (me smiling winsomely).
Anyway, the point is that I need people to vote for me yet again! If you’d be ever so kind, please click on the following link and nominate me in the following categories — or whichever ones you deem fitting:

  • Best Entertainment Weblog
  • Most Humorous Weblog
  • Best Writing of a Weblog
  • Best Kept-Secret Weblog
  • Weblog of the Year


Thank you all!
Vote here

ADVENTURES IN DOMESTICITY: Domoda Edition

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Last month, while watching Survivor: Gabon, I was inspired to cook an African dish in honor of the veteran reality series wrapping up its run. Unfortunately, I didn’t get around to doing this until about a week and a half after Bob walked away with the million dollar prize. No matter, I was still up for the challenge, even if it didn’t still quite dovetail with my pop culture pleasures.
Anyway, I got in touch with my college friend Michelle, who spent several years in The Gambia as part of her Peace Corps service. There she met her husband, Malik, and conveniently, his mother happened to have a recipe for Domoda, which is sort of like a peanut beef stew. Michelle passed along details to me, and I valiantly attempted to bring a little piece of Gambia into my kitchen. Was I successful? Keep reading to find out.
My continued orange-colored culinary adventures after the jump…

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In Search of Friends to De-Friend for an Angry Whopper

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Back in the fall of 2007 while on holiday in Berlin, my friends and I encountered a most amusing item: the ANGRY WHOPPER from Burger King. Back then, we thought this was just some amusing German-to-English translation idiosyncrasy, with the intended descriptor being “Hot & Spicy,” not “ANGRY!” We laughed at the name, took a few pictures, and later retold the story many times, chalking it all up to intense Teutonic severity.
A year and a half later, the ANGRY WHOPPER has made its way stateside, and now our story has lost all its caché. Turns out the Angry Whopper really IS called the Angry Whopper. It’s not some weird German thing. Oh well. That being said, as part of a clever new promotion, Burger King is giving out free Angry Whoppers if Facebook users are willing to drop ten friends.
You know where this is going.
When it comes to free food, I’m pretty ruthless. But the notion of dropping ten friends is harsh. What to do? Well, I came up with a plan. I’m going to add ten people and then drop them immediately. It’s a bit impersonal, but hey, it’s what one has to do. The question is, do I seek out randoms or solicit them instead? I’ve opted for the latter. So here we go: if you know anyone that you think would be a good candidate for me to add and then drop, let me know (I’ll keep your participation anonymous)! If I get more than ten, I’ll put the names in a hat and see who wins my de-friending lottery!
What’s in it for you? Nothing but perverse entertainment. I’ll document the process though for a future post.

THE PARSLEY CHRONICLES: Chapter 7 — A Dramatic Turn For The WORST

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Because of the holidays, I haven’t posted an update on my ongoing series, The Parsley Chronicles (feature film adaptation to star Ben Kingsley and Patti Lupone), but I can assure you there has been plenty of drama. Well, as much drama as a small cup of Ikea parsley can have. Turns out my green thumb turned a bit yellow over the break, and while the plant has certainly grown ever higher, it did so in a hostile environment brought on by yours truly. Yes, that’s right. I nearly killed my beloved parsley by neglecting to water it.
But wait! Before you get out your pitchforks and torches and barge down my door, I can explain! You see, it’s not that I neglected my parsley. It’s just that I was fearful I’d over water it. I am wont to bestow entirely too much affection on things from time to time, and I didn’t want my parsley to be victim to that. Plus, I’d heard rumors that I could incubate some harsh strains of mildew that would all but decimate my vulnerable plant; so as you can imagine, I was all turned around with my farmer sense.
The result of my error in judgment after the jump…

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