It all started when I read an article on Atlas Obscura, The Historic Russian Recipe That Turns Apples Into Marshmallows. Hmm, thought I, that would be neat.

I thought back to my childhood and realized that while many characters in books clearly found this substance delectable, I could not recall a single opportunity to have ever sampled it. So, ( Read more... )

Life is short, y'all.

( Other people's milestones )

More food, because the dam of "no restaurants for a year and a half" has broken, and I'm making up for lost time.

In Clarksville's Common Kitchen one of the most delightful inhabitans is a tireless enterpreneur who has opened my favorite poke joint, Blowfish Poke, first there and now in a pair of standalone locations that also serve Hawaiian . I ( Read more... )

I've been hearing about Blondie's donuts of Baltimore for months. They ain't cheap, they can be pre-ordered and delivered or one can stalk one of their elusive food trucks or pop-ups, but better hurry - they sell out rapidly.

Well, we went to check out an itsy bitsy craft fair at Frank's Nursery - a farmstand which sells their own plants, many ( Read more... )

When first we tried Umi Sushi in downtown Ellicott City it had been open for a handful of weeks if not days, and we found it relentlessly terrible. The miso was underseasoned and salad dressing excessively so, the fish was simply not fresh enough to eat, and the dessert was some previously frozen monstrosity, not entirely defrosted.

Over covid, ( Read more... )

Worldcon is coming up, and it's in DC.

This is a big deal for me.

It's in my city and I've been looking forward to it for years. It's inevitably an opportunity to spend time with delightful people, largely of fellow tech variety.

But... My approach to the pandemic has generally been on the paranoid side of risk-avoidance, and I've been less than ( Read more... )

The way the weather's going I doubt I'll be doing very much more dining out, but I did sneak one more in, in the form of Facci, a pleasant Italian in the vicinity of Fulton. I think I might have had lunch there once.

The goal was an outing with Ex and Wife, and they chose the location for intersection of our peculiar requirements with a solid ( Read more... )

There's a native fruit in my neck of the woods called the pawpaw. Looks like a little green mango thing, tastes like a creamy banana custard. It's pretty much impossible to store or ship, so one can pretty much taste it mostly if one knows people where to find them.

Anyway, a friend took me on a hiking trail where a few pawpaw plants grow in the ( Read more... )

One of the new additions to the Merryweather district is Clove and Cardamom, which brands itself Indian/Mediterranean fusion.

The outdoor seating is a cluster of umbrellaed patio tables on a wide patch of sidewalk - I'm not sure it'd have been separation enough on a busy weekend, but an early Tuesday night worked quite well.

I am a spice wimp with ( Read more... )

I am not very observant. No pun intended, although it is also true in the Jewish sense, but I merely meant that it took me until Thursday-Friday to realize that the week during which I took off Tuesday and Wednesday for Rosh Hashanah was also the week of Labor Day Monday, so I was about to embark upon a five day weekend.

Not that I had much by ( Read more... )