A Blog Mainly About Food

If by "mainly" you mean "sometimes"

Friday, January 06, 2006

Mainly About Dead

Today I formally purchased tickets for Pakistan.

And as of today this blog is dead.

Please direct all of your readership, links, and such to the new blog, The Diplodocus.

R.I.P., Mainly About Food. We've had good times. But onwards and upwards; Islamabad calls.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

The Best Sandwich in DC Bar None

To State Dept. colleagues embarking on consultations, friends who work anywhere near the White House, and anyone else who likes the taste of deliciousness: get thee over to Breadline. I stopped by Christmas Eve Eve after a brief trip to the Department and had the Triancria Sausage sandwich: it was phenomenal. I’m a sandwich lover, and I can say with conviction I do not think I’ve had a better sandwich. I have no idea how Au Bon Pain stays in business on the same block as this gem.

Local foodies report that Breadline supplies the bread for many top restaurants in the city. That doesn’t surprise me, as the bread was absolutely stunning. Its bread that would make any Atkins dieter cry, bread that would make Wonder Bread CEOs commit hari kari for their insult to the staff of life.

Make it your New Year’s resolution to visit Breadline. If you have friends/family touristing, consider it a mandatory stop. Yes, Cosi may be cheaper, but the few extra dollars spent for a truly amazing sandwich are worth it.

(cross posted to the new blog, still in development)

(unrelated: can it be that I'm actually cheering for the Redskins in a game that isn't against the Cowboys? That I actually, unironically, want a team I have hated vehemently for all of my sports-watching life to make the playoffs? This feels weird. Of course, if the 'Skins don't make the playoffs the Cowboys will -- a team I hate even more. So there may be some subconscious reasoning going on here.)

Friday, December 30, 2005

New Blog in Development

I'm using Wordpress instead of blogger for the new blog. Right now, I'm liking it, though I wish I knew more HTML.

If you want to be on my blogroll (and currently aren't on it), let me know. This goes double for current FS peeps -- those who know me and those who don't -- as I'm trying to get a good roll going.

(Dak, PR, Furnish, Aaron, got you already)

Site address will be announced shortly. There's still a lot to do with it, but I'm having fun. The aesthetics alone are far, far better than this blog, though the new one doesn't have the same greeny goodness. And for the life of me, I cannot figure out how to add an image to the sidebar without having to put it in the links section.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Okay Smarty, Go to a Party

Somehow over the last two days I have gone from having exactly zero New Year's plans to being invited to three separate shindigs. This would normally be a banner thing, but the fact is I'm way too stressed to even think about NYE, and planning the logistics of going to three places not exactly close to one another is a big ole' pain. Right now it's looking like Shaw-U St-Dupont (okay, they aren't that far from one another). Of course, I only really know people at the host at the first; the other two are more like crashing. Maybe I'll try to have a different accent at each, just for kicks.

In other news, I started cleaning out my drawers of assorted detritus in preparation for the big move. In one drawer I found a bag of really old mix tapes (like, summer of 94 old). It took me a while, but I finally did the smart thing and tossed the tapes. Sentimentality is one thing, but mix tapes that feature tracks from the first Daft Punk album and things I actually taped off the radio is another. Man, remember HFS's Ten O'Clock News? Those were the days.

Here's to 2006 starting off better than 2005 did.

(side bleg: any suggested corporate housing units in the Rosslyn area? I don't want to go too expensive, so I'm thinking the Residence Inn. Other thoughts?)

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

The Importance of Line Editing

From a Post profile of Islamabad:

"Bananas, apples, mangoes, plums, cherries, pomegranates, strawberries, peaches, plums, citrus fruits, leeches, grapes, raisins, prunes, and watermelons are of good quality but seasonal."

Well at least there's an off-season.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

The Other Family

Happy holidays, friends. Next Christmas, lets do it at my place. Yeah, I know Nina's is bigger, but it's a pain to find secure parking.

Secret Santa Calcutta Style

At the front of a room sits a table, covered in gifts of various sizes. A diminutive woman stands and yells out a number. The person whose number is called comes to the front of the room and picks out a present. Shaking, weighing, squeezing, or smelling the packages is not allowed. Of course, that doesn't keep people from doing it: "oh babu, just this once, it's okay, really, just a little shake." At some point, an individual whose number is called stands and looks around, seeing what gifts others have picked out. If they see something they like, they can steal it -- but an item can only be stolen twice. What, you want to steal something that's already been stolen twice? Oh, just cajole the lucky person into giving it to you and maybe you'll get lucky. Of course, you'll also have to deal with people hiding gifts perceived as better than others, though the organizer will remind people that all gifts must be visible to everyone. Also, you'll be implored by people who have received less appealing gifts to take them off their hands so they can get a new one: "Take this cheapy didi, take it, it's so nice!" Someone want to steal your silver salt and pepper shaker, despite the fact that you really really want it? Beg. Beg and plead. And then yell: "no dada, please dada, you don't want this. The other one is better, really please dada no!" Maybe you'll get lucky and they'll give up and try to steal something else -- that gift box of apricot preserves and orange pekoe tea looks appealing.

A room full of yelling Bengalis, screaming various semi-profane things at the top of their lungs, sipping "sheeraj," fighting over knick knacks someone picked up at the tchotchke store two hours prior, embarassing their children (who sit in the corner watching the madness, aghast).

Highly recommended as a game to spice up the office Christmas party. Bengalis not included.