A few months back while shopping in the grocery store (always an adventure for myself) I noticed a
new drink on the shelves – Pom Wonderful.
Pomegrante juice? When and where did this explosion for pomegrante juice also known as, anar occur?
Well it seems the states are catching on or up to a very well known culinary delight which has been
no secret for Iran. Tara Bahrampour reports for Travel and Leisure about
her obsession for the
fruit which dates back many years into her childhood growing up in Tehran. The Persian equivalent of the
Western apple, these antioxidant rich fruits are the central ingredient in fesenjan, the duck-and-walnut stew that is
an Iranian delicacy. And Tara has all the scoop on where to get in on all the action stateside. Yummm…
NY on Foot on Slate
Damn, there goes another idea I had.
I’ve always thought walking the entire island of Manhattan would make a great little story, let alone a great series
of dispatches. Well, like so many ideas, looks like
someone has beat me to it. Inigo Thomas is writing a
really superb series of dispatches for Slate as he foots it around the greatest island in the world. His series on
Greenwich Village, where I live, told me several things I didn’t know, for example the illustrious past of the Cedar
Bar, where I’ve been a few times for apres work beers.
I’m linking to the Monday dispatch, but there are five
delightful days. Read them all.
Hello Gruel World
I’ll bet you didn’t think I was going to post today about porridge.
Surprised you! Yes, with sales of the lumpy warm stuff surpassing $130 million in Britain, you know the Brits
love their damn porridge. And so in
this piece a dutiful correspondent goes about from Amsterdam to Zagreb finding whether the world loves porridge as
much he does.
The short answer: no. And personally, I hate porridge. I hate it too hot, too cold and just right. I dislike
porridge as much as I dislike mushy peas. And don’t get me started on the stuff the Brits call
pudding. Bill Cosby won’t be
hawking this stuff.
(Sidenote: do you know how fricken hard it was to find a bowl of porridge on the Web?)
Bike in Tuscany
Nine days peddaling through the
heart of Tuscany, stopping hither and yon
for a glass of wine or a steamy plate of pasta. Not bad. I could do it. And you can too…through, of all people, REI,
the Seattle-based retailer who is now putting together trips for adventuresome souls. The trip I’m
linking to here looks
amazing. It’ll set you back over 2 Gs, but when’s the next time you’re going to break a sweat riding into the hilltown
of Montepulciano, where what awaits is a nice Chianti and well, yes, perhaps some fava beans?
Three Cheers for Human Ingenuity
Call it Carpee Diem (ha! I kill myself sometimes). A man caught in an avalanche in his car apparently peed his way to freedom. It happened in Slovakia over the course of several days, during which the man, Richard Kral, drank 60 bottles of beer he’d brought with him on vacation and then urinated on the snow to melt it.
In other news, if you haven’t played the spell your name in virtual pee game yet, it’s waitin for ya to give it a try.