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Andrew Fenton

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  1. I loved the food at Smoked Joint (and so did my wife) but both of us got upset stomachs afterwards. I ate the leftovers the next day and had a similar reaction, with headache. I wonder, 1) has anyone else had this problem and 2) is this related to monosodium glutamate? I doubt it was food poisoning of any sort.

    I'll often get an upset stomach if I eat a big meal of fatty food. That's doubly true if the food is spicy. I didn't find TSJ to be especially spicy, but fatty? Oh my, yes.

  2. Chicken livers!  Still one of the great bargains around.

    Word to that. I just bought a five-pound bucket for all of $5. Fry them up with the appropriate flavorings, then chop 'em and you're eating pâté on a peasant's budget.

  3. I cannot stand those cook a meal in thirty minutes, half homemade, 40 dollars a day, and of coarse emeril bambizzil:: wam::: He would not know how much oil an egg holds if it were not for his quote cards.

    How much oil does an egg hold? And what does it mean to say that an egg "holds oil"? I thought that most eggs held, well, egg.

    It's a little like holding your liquer, maybe. How much oil an egg can hold when making mayonnaise?

    Aha, that makes sense. Thanks!

  4. It is also possible that there are some other substances used in Chinese cookery that causes these symptoms.  And it's possible that it's mostly psychosomatic.

    My hypothesis has always been that bad Chinese food is super-salty, and it's the salt that causes headaches. Of course, you don't hear people complain about headaches after eating a salty burger and fries, so maybe it's psychosomatic.

  5. I cannot stand those cook a meal in thirty minutes, half homemade, 40 dollars a day, and of coarse emeril bambizzil:: wam::: He would not know how much oil an egg holds if it were not for his quote cards.

    How much oil does an egg hold? And what does it mean to say that an egg "holds oil"? I thought that most eggs held, well, egg.

  6. And that was when Starbucks only had 3 little terrific shops.  Things change.  And now Seattle is Caffine central.  Who would of thought.

    Yeah, I remember when my mom would buy a twenty-pound burlap sack of Starbucks beans and share it with friends; it was the easiest way to get the coffee.

    As a child, I was, um, fascinated by the logo and its naked mermaid boobies...

  7. Sign @ Capogiro says that, starting in January, they'll be offering Italian lessons. Which, when you think about it, is a brilliant idea.

    (Although I really start speaking Italian best after a couple of glasses of wine, not ice cream...)

  8. Here's the problem with Maoz: they're massively inconsistent. The differing treatment that Katie and Holly had points to that inconsistency, I think. I've noticed that the quality of service and food oscillates violently between "awesome" and "horrible" depending on who's working, how busy it is, and, for all I know, a complex astrological formula involving the phases of the moons of Jupiter. My guess is that there is no policy, or that the people there don't know what it is.

    The worst-- and this, I think, is enough to put me off the place-- was recently when we went in on a busy Saturday. They were out of fries, so we had to wait for freshly-fried potatoes. No problem, thinks I, they'll be nice and hot and crispy. No such luck: the worker took them out of the oil maybe a minute too early, and the fries were flabby and pale. Bummer.

    A bigger problem was with the falafel sandwich: when I've been there in the past, they've cut maybe a third of the pita off, leaving plenty of room to stuff your sandwich. This time, however, they were cutting them in half. That doesn't leave much room for anything other than falafel. Not such a big deal either, except for the guy who, as he ate his sandwich, kept going back to the salad bar and adding more stuff, smearing sauce on his half-eaten sandwich with the spoon that he then put back into the bowl... There are times when I wish I could carry around a dehydrated health inspector; this was one of those times.

  9. I'm sitting here with a belly full of fettucine that I made using the Kitchenaid pasta roller that arrived in the mail yesterday. Sure, I could have made it by hand (I've done that) and I could have made it in a hand-cranked pasta roller (I've done that too). But this is way is markedly easier and faster than either of those ways; it makes a better product than I could get by hand; and, unlike the hand-cranked machine, it only takes two hands, not three, so I can do it by myself.

  10. But when Wal-Mart undercuts your local Super Fresh (let alone the neighborhood butcher or fishmonger) and Whole Foods skims off the high-end customers who keep all of these afloat, where will you go then for the plastic wrap or basic ground beef?

    I'll still go to the local supermarket, because I can walk to it and am too lazy to drive. Also, it's clean, friendly and relatively efficient, unlike the horrifying South Philadelphia Wal-Mart.

    Turning to your other point, a random thought: it occurs to me that a good example of blending high, middle and low would be Philadelphia's Italian Market.

  11. The conventional wisdom, I'd imagine, is that the "bad" would be that the gourmet chains will drive out the locals, and that quality will decline while corporate glossiness and blandness reigns...

    This seems unlikely; I'm not likely to shop at the bottom-rung markets if I can avoid them; and I wouldn't buy plastic wrap, for example, at Whole Foods. Unless I really wanted organic plastic wrap imported from Nepal, that is.

  12. Failure!

    I used five or six onions, with some butter and a little bit of turkey stock. Put them in the slow cooker on low, right before going to bed. Checked them in the morning: they'd sweated, but weren't at all caramelized. I turned them up to high and let them go for another nine or so hours... They're kind of caramelized, and very sweet, but even after almost 24 hours, haven't collapsed into the sort of oniony sludge that I was looking for. V. disappointing.

  13. I'm so sorry for you. That's why I don't live there :sad:  :sad:  :sad:

    Ah, it's not so bad, at least for those of us in SE Pennsylvania: the twin promised lands of New Jersey and Delaware are right next door, their cities shining with good wine stores.

    But it'd be a real drag to live out in central Pennsylbama or wherever...

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