I never introduced myself on CH so this will be interesting.
Just south of Boston
All food in general, but particularly traveling for food (i.e., food finds when you are traveling, preferably overseas, but anywhere outside your usual 'hood is good too)
Eating at the crab joints in Osaka and Tokyo. I know those places are so touristy, but I LOVE crab and it was actually good crab. Not like coming to Boston and going to the Barking Crab.
I too love visiting supermarkets when I go overseas. I brought back a bottle of hon mirin from an Okayama supermarket once. But for something more unique ā I only learned how to ride a bike 2 summers ago and I still suck at it Didnāt take my bike out for practice once this summer. I live in a neighborhood where I see kids 7-12 whizzing by on bikes all the time just to remind me of my shame. My screen name means piglet, which I hope is explanatory.
Iām in North London; I moved here from San Francisco.
I love noodles and dumplings. Less of an expert on, more an appreciator of.
I moved to London this year and am still discovering my local places. I am pleased to find anything delicious that I can walk to from home in 30 minutes. Today I was delighted to find an excellent croissant near Kings Cross.
I have not been able to develop a taste for haggis yet. I need to work up to it before next yearās Burns Night.
Cindy, one bit of advice: do study Italian. If it isnāt practical to attend classes (where youāll meet other interesting italianistas) there is a lot available online nowadays.
I see that you are also a foodie marital counsellorā¦ You saved them from an inedible āroastā, while turning them on to a very good economical meal.
My first food memory: I spent 30 minutes peeling and eating grapes while watching a Taiwanese game show. I was probably 3 or 4 years old and it was more fun than anything Iād ever done up to that point. Of course I was throwing the peels and seeds on the floor, so I got in trouble shortly thereafter.
With the arrival of my daughter, my relationship with food really changed. Jarred spaghetti sauce became acceptable and less than stellar food at restaurants became unacceptable.
I did start learning Italian a few years ago at a āLifelong Learningā program. It wasnāt as much fun as Iād anticipated because the instructors took themselves too seriously. When we were learning to introduce ourselves, I said, āCiao, mi chiamo Francesca.ā They gave me a hard time because my name tag said āCindy.ā I tried to explain that my Italian persona was much more āFrancescaā than āCindyā (which I wouldnāt know how to pronounce anyway since āciā is pronounced āchā and there is no letter āyā in the Italian alphabet). Maybe what I really wanted was to drink Italian wine! Speaking of which, hereās another tidbit about me. When Iām in Italy, drinking Italian wine, the more wine I drink, the more fluent in Italian I become. This is true! There are witnesses that will attest to this. Same is true for me when drinking German wines when Iām in Germany. The problem is, when those same people I was chatting with the night before in their native languages begin conversations with me in those same languages the following morning, Iām at a loss to understand or respond. Go figure!!!
I am in Northern Westchester by way of Queens, Brooklyn, Yonkers and Hackensack.
Favorite topics are whatever hits me at the time ā I love to browse the posts and dive into topics that seem interesting
Food experience ā wow, letās see. Grandma cooking ā you could smell the onions and garlic in the lobby of her apartment building. She made the worldās best brisket (which she called pot roast) and I have adapted her recipe. Then there was the time we went to the French Laundry and, having been there before, I knew we would be invited to the kitchen so I brought my French Laundry cookbook for Thomas Keller to sign. He was so appreciative and humble.
Something about me - ā I attended Peter Kumpās NY cooking school when Peter was alive and worked as a chef in executive dining for a bit. My husband and I plan our vacations around food. I can get lost in a good supermarket! I was/am wincoutrygirl on CH.
Iām a NYC girl living in Central Jersey. Love that most Jersey restaurants are BYO.
I could live on Dumplings and pasta-love talking recipes with anyone who will listen-reading recipes is often almost as much fun as making them,
Having over 20 people sitting down for a holiday dinner around my table-eating all that Iāve been cooking for days-the room gets quiet because everyone is so busy eating-itās an amazing experience to me.
My mother only broiled and cooked frozen vegetables to death. I guess I am a good co0k now as a defense mechanism! Will try anything new-as will my kids. Have an adult son born in Taiwan who taught us the "real " Chinese cooking-and how to order-have never looked back!!
Sometimes I think that just makes them more intimidated to try at home. They have all of these expectations of what their food should look like or they expect to be able to do it like a TV chef right from the get go, when the reality is that we donāt see all the mistakes that were made along the way to getting it TV perfect.
