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What we're reading: March 3

A round-up of food-related articles and recipes we're digging into today.

What We’re Reading:

The McLobster Myth

(LA Times) The McLobster was trending on Twitter last night, so you know it’s worthy of your attention. The item already appears seasonally in select restaurants in Canada and the Northeast, but will the McLobster find its home on more McDonald’s menus? A blog near San Diego reports that the Golden Arches denies the speculation.

 

Was it Something I Ate?

(gigabiting) This blog investigates how specific foods can affect your dreams. One theory explains that spicy foods can cause particularly vivid dreams because the spices elevate your body temperature, interfering with the quality of sleep.

 

Tiger's Blood to Wake you Up

(Grub Street) The bi-winning Charlie Sheen now has his own drink at a Midtown Moroccan hookah bar. Called "Tiger's Blood with a Dash of Adonis DNA," in reference to a quote in a recent interview, the drink is basically a Bloody Mary with Moroccan spices.

 

What We’re Craving:

Winter Sucks

Share your true feelings about winter by baking these cookies.

What We're Reading: March 1

A round-up of food-related articles and recipes we're digging into today.

What We’re Reading: 

 

Fast Food Capitals: Ranking the Top Cities for Chain Restaurants

(The Daily Beast) What chain restaurant monopolizes your city? The Daily Beast ranks Boston as the Dunkin’ Donuts capital of the country, with 10.2 locations per 100,000 residents, and Miami as the Subway capital, boasting 25.6 locations per 100,000. Orlando cleans up, claiming the capitals of most chains, but check out the slideshow for yourself.

 

Wegman’s Announces Price Freeze on Household Staples

(Slash/Food) Amidst rising food prices, our favorite regional grocery store has announced that it will freeze prices of 40 household foods, like orange juice, pasta, and even salmon, through the end of the year. Wegman’s estimates that the freeze will save an average family of four between $350 and $400 this year.

 

It’s Shamrock Shake Time             

This year, St. Patrick’s Day falls on March 17th, which means you have 17 days to guzzle down McDonald’s green, minty milkshakes before the luck of the Irish runs out. Visit the Shamrock Shake website to follow the latest sightings and share your love for the seasonal slurp.

 

What We're Eating: 

 

Flip for FREE Pancakes!

Happy March 1st! In honor of National Pancake Day, IHOP (at 4603 E. Genesee St) is giving away a FREE short stack of pancakes to each customer between 7 a.m. and 10 p.m. In exchange for your free flapjacks, consider donating to the Children’s Miracle Network Hospitals, and other local designated charities.

 

What we’re attending:

Investigative Journalist Eric Schlosser Speaks at Hendrick's

Hop on over to Hendrick’s Chapel today this at 4 p.m. to hear Eric Schlosser, author of Fast Food Nation, speak. Through his book, Schlosser revolutionized the way Americans think about what they eat. He will discuss his career in investigative journalism, uncovering truths about the meatpacking industry, marijuana growers, and beyond.

What we're reading: February 24

A round-up of food-related articles and recipes we're digging into today.

What We’re Reading:

 

Should You Trust Your Waiter?

(NY Post) The New York Post investigates the lies that waiters tell patrons. Whether they fib to push the most expensive menu item or a dish the kitchen wants to shove down your throat, waiters often make the decision for you.

 

Gettin' Chicky With It

(Grub Street) Farmers in Hong Kong play age-appropriate music to their chickens to help them lay eggs. From slow love songs to disco to house music, the coop is where it’s at.

 

Cheers, to Carmelo Anthony!

(Grub Street) Syracuse welcomes Carmelo Anthony back to New York State, as does DBar in Manhattan. The club is now serving a drink called the “Cara-Melo,” which mixes Russian Standard Vodka (the vodka of champions, of course), apple cider, apple liqueur, simple syrup, and a caramel-covered apple slice. 

 

What We’re Listening To:                                             

 

Rush Limbaugh Calls Michelle Obama a Big Fat Hypocrite

On Monday, everyone’s favorite radio talk show host, Rush Limbaugh, roasted Michelle Obama for setting a bad example for America. Obama, who advocates a healthy diet to battle childhood obesity, was caught red-meat-handed, feasting on fatty ribs with her daughters, while on a ski trip in Vail. “The problem is -- and dare I say this -- it doesn't look like Michelle Obama follows her own nutritionary, dietary advice,” Limbaugh argues.

What We're Reading: February 22

A round-up of food-related articles and recipes we're digging into today.

What We're Reading:

 

Happy National Margarita Day!

(PR Newswire) How fitting that National Margarita Day happens to fall on Taco Tuesday. Celebrate both today, and it doesn’t matter when, because it’s 5 o’clock somewhere.

 

Pizza for Protestors

(Politico) Concerned citizens from 14 countries and all 50 states have picked up the phone and made donations in the best way possible—by ordering a pizza. Ian’s on State Street, a well-known pizza place, has taken on the job of feeding hungry Wisconsin protestors on the steps of the Capitol, already dishing out over 1,000 free slices.

 

Peanuts Showing Up on More Menus

(Nation’s Restaurant News) Peanuts are popping up on more menus. According to the National Peanut Board, the listing of peanuts on menus jumped 44.6 percent between 2006 and 2010. I say yum, but bummer if you’re allergic.


Popcorn Popping

(Serious Eats) Learn how popcorn pops, at 62,000 frames per second.

 

 

What We’re Watching:

Throwdown with Bobby Flay

(NY Mag) Jimmy Kimmel challenges Bobby Flay to an Eggplant Parm Throwdown. And the winner is... 

What we're reading: February 17

A round-up of food-related articles and recipes we're digging into today.

What We're Reading:

 

Former McDonald’s Executives to Open a New Health Food Chain

(Time Healthland) A duo of former McDonald’s executives plan to open a new fast yet healthy food chain named LYFE (Live Your Food Everyday) Kitchen. The first restaurant will open up shop this summer in Palo Alto, Calif., and will compete with other health conscious food chains, such as Chipotle. Oprah Winfrey’s celebrity chef and several others will develop a menu that includes “low-cal meals and vegan options alongside Niman ranch beef burgers.”

Home Delivery Food From TakeThemAMeal.com

(Slashfood) Whether someone has passed away, an elderly person is unable to cook nightly, or a broke college student wants a homemade meal once a week, this site helps friends and family coordinate making a meal for someone in need. The administrator of the account can provide a meal wish list, calendar, and delivery instructions to all those happy to help.

 

Five Reasons You Dinner Might Fall Flat

(The Kitchn) Whether your oven temperature is wrong or you’re a ¼ cup of flour short, The Kitchn lists the top five reasons why your dinner might turn out a disappointment.

 

What We’re Craving:

Cookie-stuffed Cookies

(Serious Eats) Cookies with baby cookies in the womb—you’ll have to bake it to believe it.

 

What We’re Watching:

A White Castle Valentine's Review

(Slashfood) Slashfood got romantic at White Castle this past Valentine’s Day. Check out what you and your sweetheart missed.

What We're Reading: February 15

A round-up of food-related articles and recipes we're digging into today.

What We’re Reading:

Prominent Calorie Counts Don't Budge Fast Food Choices

(National Public Radio) Despite a law signed last March requiring many chain restaurants to post calorie counts of menu items, most people ignore nutritional information when deciding what to order. A study just published in the International Journal of Obesity found that while about half of the consumers noted the nutritional info, a small percentage actually took it into account.

 

Is Eating Real Food Unthinkable?

(New York Times) Mark Bittman encourages Americans to sidestep “healthy” processed foods, and instead, eat real food. Although the Dietary Guidelines for Americans, 2010, released by the Department of Agriculture promotes a specific lifestyle packed with fresh produce, when it comes to cutting back on the junky, processed foods, recommendations become vague because of pressure from manufacturers. “The truly healthy alternative to that chip is not a fake chip; it’s a carrot,” Bittman barks.

 

Around the World by Food Truck

(Wall Street Journal) Beginning in April, a Singapore food truck will hit the road, opening in Hong Kong, Shanghai, Moscow, London, Paris, New York, Sydney, Dubai and Delhi. But take a ticket now, the Singapore Take Out truck will serve eats for three days only before hopping to the next stop.

 

Vote for New York's Best New Chef

(CNN) To spice up Food & Wine’s annual “Best New Chef” feature, which in the past has spotlighted the 10 most innovative chefs around the country, the editors are letting your taste buds talk. Starting today through March 1, vote for your favorite regional chef and the winner will appear in the July issue as the The People’s Best New Chef of 2011. Do you know any of the New York Area candidates?

 

What We’re Watching:

How to Stir-Fry Noodles

(New York Times) For college students, stir-fry is a popular I-have-piles-of-homework-and-the-last-thing-I-want-to-do-is-cook-dinner meal. In this three minute clip, Grace Young, author of “Stir-Frying to the Sky’s Edge,” shares easy tips for turning this fallback dish into a meal-stopper. Most notably, she suggests cooking with your ears. “When you stir fry, you must cook according to sound. There must be a constant sizzle,” Young advises. 

Home is everywhere

Finding comfort in a foreign land

“It’s getting late,” my friend shouted in my ear at a noisy, sweaty discoteca. I looked at my phone. It was 3:47, and I had to be up in less than five hours. It’s time to go home, I thought.

Home. The long walk back gave me a lot of time to think about that word. Home. As I stumbled through the dimly lit Piazza della Repubblica, I wondered, is Florence really my home now?

My first few weeks here were as rocky as the cobblestone streets. I cringe thinking about how proud I was when I successfully asked a woman for directions in Italian. “Dov’e’ il Duomo?” It was right behind me. How naive I was, filling up on pasta when two more courses were cooking in the kitchen.

But my host parents, Gloria and Antonio welcomed me into their casa with open arms, and I barely had time to miss my home back home. 

In Gloria and Antonio's kitchen

I got to thinking about what my family was doing just then. Minus six hours… 9:47 p.m., my mom was probably dozing off to the Home Shopping Network, while my dad was working away in his office.

What were my friends doing at school? Putting the finishing touches on their makeup, ripping shots…and strapping on the black-leather-studded choker? There was a biker-chick themed party tonight.

A Vespa sped by and I jumped onto the sidewalk. My heart was pounding. Home is where the heart is, and right now, my heart is entirely in Italy. Maybe it was the vino talking.

My entire life, I’ve called the same yellow house my home. But in the past few years, I probably have slept there a cumulative total of only a couple weeks. I spent more of my time in a dorm on South Campus, a high-rise in Midtown Manhattan, or more recently, a one-floor apartment on via Masaccio in Florence.

Every weekend, I jet off to a new city to discover something new. Strasbourg, Prague, Amsterdam (now that was new). After getting to intimately know a city for a weekend, I start to picture myself living there. Now I could call this home.

Come Sunday evening, I jingle the keys in the keyhole and fumble through the front door, a bursting overnight bag slung over my shoulder. Home again, in Florence.

I kick off my shoes and collapse onto my blue and green bedspread that has become so familiar. I think, an adventurous heart is at home anywhere.

Studying abroad is about more than studying

Wandering the streets of Florence is as much an education as class.

On an average Wednesday morning, I wake up to the sun pouring through my window. Breakfast is waiting for me on the kitchen table—a bowl of fruit, Nutella, colorful jams, and crackers, which are really more like biscotti. A brisk 15-minute walk and I’m at the Accademia and there it is—larger than life, Michelangelo’s David. Next stop: San Lorenzo market to do a little leather shopping. Haggling has become my new favorite hobby. Oh, and did I mention, I’m in class? An art history site visit and an Italian cultural field trip. Sometimes I forget I’m here to study.

Piazza Savonarola outside the SU Abroad Florence center

So as you can imagine, hearing the word “midterm” was a wakeup call from this semester-long day dream. (Quite literally, for my classmate who slept through our exam, and was woken up by a phone call from our concerned T.A.)

Regardless of the fact that I have to cram facts and dates into my already over-stimulated brain, there’s truly nothing like studying a piece of art and then going to see it in a church the next day. Rather than learning about art and history, I’m living the art and history, and it without a doubt makes a deeper impression.

I ran into a friend yesterday when I was walking down via Cavour and he asked me where I was going. I didn’t really have an answer. I was just walking and watching. More than climbing the Duomo or visiting famous works of art, my favorite thing to do in Florence is wander.  There is always something new, yet so old, to see.

This semester, the majority of my learning has taken place outside the classroom, and above the pesto and pastries, I honestly think it’s more enlightening this way. But try explaining that to your professor as she hands you an eight-paged, double-sided exam (with lots of blank lines).

And so, for one stressful week, I suppressed my inner explorer and discovered the library. 

Dinnertime and maternity pants

Getting more than my fill of delicious Italian food around my host family's dinner table in Florence.

I came to Florence to learn Italian. I came to study Renaissance art. No matter how convincing I say the excuses, the truth is, I came to Florence for the food.

I will never forget my first dinner here. The steam from my ravioli rose up to warm my face. Antonio, my host dad, stretched for the olive oil and drowned his soup in it. Oil in soup? Not my piece of torta. I got up to clear my plate after savoring every bite but Gloria grabbed my dish. She loaded on two chicken breasts topped with prosciutto and melted mozzarella. I sat back down for round two and ate until felt I was seven months pregnant. I could feel my food baby kicking in my belly. This bump is going to need a C-section, I thought.  Unbuttoning my jeans back in my room, I slipped into something a little more “forgiving.” My maternity pants, as Joey Trebiani puts it in Friends. Lying starfish style on my bed, my stomach felt like it was going to burst. I’ll never get used to this. I burped.

My gnocchi dinner

But I got used to it. It’s become routine now. After Gloria, my host mother, still wearing her faded, checkered apron, places a first course before us, the discussion fades. I close my eyes to enjoy each bite and I can only hear the gentle tings of forks against ceramic plates and chewing of the pillowy homemade gnocchi. I’m embarrassed that I ever considered Kraft worthy of my taste buds. As portions disappear, conversation crescendos, climaxing with Antonio’s Santa Claus laugh.

My favorite time of day has become 7:30. It means dinnertime. It’s earlier than most families eat, but it cannot come soon enough. From the moment I wake up, I’m counting down to that gentle knock on my bedroom door and those two magical words “Venite mangiare!”

Meredith Popolo: Florence

First impressions of Florence leave Popolo clinging to her pocket dictionary.

It sounded easy enough, I thought, as I dug my toes into the silky sand. The surf instructor smoothly demonstrated how to mount the surfboard. “Just let it happen,” he said. “When you get out there, you’ll know what to do.” I dove into the warm Hawaiian water and saw a perfect wave approaching. It wasn't until I was swimming after my surfboard that I realized I had no idea what I was doing. When I got to Florence, I felt the same way.

It first hit me that I wasn't in Kansas anymore when I was suddenly surrounded by a beautiful babble that made absolutely no sense. Even with three semesters of Italian under my hand-made leather belt, the few words I actually understood came from the menu of my favorite Italian restaurant back home. Pizza, panini, gelato. And although familiar, they sounded much more exotic, and appetizing, when spoken by the slippery Italian tongue.

Practicing the sentence over and over in my head, I mustered up all my courage and opened my mouth. And then I closed it. I cleared my throat, to disguise my pathetic hesitation. “Un'acqua, per favore,” I finally squeaked. The woman behind the counter smirked and then replied faster than any of the tapes I had heard in my Italian classes. I handed over my crisp and colorful five-euro note, not sure how much she had asked for. She passed back some change, which slipped through my clammy hands. Head spinning, I had survived my first encounter.

Did I seriously think that I could ride the rough waters of Italy, having only learned to surf on the shore? Trying to stay afloat, I cling to my pocket dictionary like a lifesaver. The only way to learn, I realize now, is to jump right in and just try not to make a big American splash.

Eventually, I stood up on my surfboard and rode a tiny wave until the water met the sand. I got the worst sunburn of my life that day. The back of my legs were so hot that I couldn't sit down for days. But I survived, and looking back, it was one of my most memorable experiences. Not to mention, my sunburn turned into a deep olive tan.

Meredith is a junior magazine journalism major.