Tell me why you don’t like Mondays? You won’t anymore – I went and got you a tasty way to face the week, a delicious new excuse to put off anything for a good two to five minutes. Every Monday you can read Tell Simmer, a series in which I grill bloggers with a baker’s dozen questions about eating. Enjoy every bite – the next one on the table might be you.
How often do you think about eating?
Too often…and that’s been detrimental to planning a wedding. True story. I blame my hips on my love of all things chocolate and cheese.
I know people will freak, but I hate coffee. It’s true! I’ve tried it a few times in different variations and ended up being very unladylike. I’m a hardcore tea girl. Minimum 2 cups of tea a day. I prefer English Breakfast. I detest Earl Grey. I carry tea bags in my purse at all times. There’s nothing worse than being in a restaurant and being told they only have herbal or Earl Grey. My secret stash has saved me on occasion.
Upstate New York isn’t exactly known for any particular food. It’s very white-bread America. Hadn’t even heard of a bagel till my sister went away to college and brought some home. I remember it so clearly. We all sat down at the dining room table to try out this strange new bread! It was when I moved to NYC that I was exposed things like sushi, real Chinese food, calamari, Indian food, etc. That’s one of the reasons I’ll never be able to truly leave urban life — too much good food!
Oh wait! I just thought of an Upstate New York food…CIDER DONUTS. New York apples make for the very best CIDER DONUTS. Donuts, cheese, chocolate…I gotta plan a wedding.
Yes – I am spoiled rotten. My Fiance loves to dress up a tray for me. I also sleep later than him on the weekends so he may or may not use the breakfast in bed thing to wake me up. He’s pretty good at blueberry pancakes, he even heats up the syrup.
Listen, Chicago girl…give it up. It’s in NYC. I’m gonna have to go with John’s. The pizza is amazing and their bruschetta is heavenly. There are a couple of locations in NYC. The one on Bleeker Street has better food (and pitchers of beer!) than the one in Times Square.
editor’s note: You gonna trust a girl who doesn’t like coffee?
Gefilte fish. I can’t even look at it when I’m in the grocery store. OMG. Total hazard to ALL my senses.
Hmm. I was dating an Italian boy many years ago and decided to make homemade ravioli. It took hours and hours and hours. He ate it in less than 3 minutes and never remarked about it. It wasn’t that great, but I put soooooo much work into. Never again.
Cheese, chocolate…olives. I love olives.
Sushi. Hands down. Sushi. Wait, if it’s something I am making for a romantic night at home…risotto with shrimp and scallops.
Oh man, this could take a while. On the way home last week I bought a diet coke and a small bag of Doritos and proclaimed myself “16 again.” When I am stressed out to the MAX…I hit Hostess Cupcakes. Bad. Bad. Bad.
A martini? What? That’s not a dessert? OK, fine. Hmm. Boston Cream Pie.
Daniel. I went once and rang up a $700 dinner. It was WORTH $700. Lucky for me it was being expensed for work. I was wining & dining a famous piano player. The risotto was mind blowing. http://danielnyc.com/daniel/