I’ve eaten at Hampton Chutney Co. a few times, but what really keeps me coming back is their cardamom coffee. Sure, it’s a bit expensive, but the blend of coffee, milk, sugar and spice is worth the price tag. It’s a small price to pay to help you navigate the nightmare of dodging tourists along Broadway in SoHo.
Allow your imagination to run wild.
Does this even need a caption?
Have a better weekend than this carrot.
When you take the word creamy, make it plural, and spell it with a K, it makes me cringe…and makes me think of things other than cake.
I have been working on a big menu project for school at the FCI and it’s due next week. My theme? Eating in Your Underwear, of course.
A few days ago I had a day off from work and spent most of it cooped up in my apartment, cooking, researching and writing in hopes of wrapping up this assignment. I made a dish that my dad will prepare on the occasional Sunday; it is comforting and feels like, well, home. Chicken in Riesling is simple, unassuming and the type of dish I crave.
Perfect with a pair of undies and jelly jar filled with wine.
You’ll find the recipe here.
eating in your underwear 