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makes a frappucino taste like a bad slurpee
If we could somehow use these in the “war on terrah,” then we will have already won.
vegetarian indian cuisine
I bought a print copy of the NY Times for my flight to Boston last week. One of the best sections of the Times is their food section. Last week, there was a great article by Julia Moskin entitled, “After Centuries, the Vegetarian Feast of India Finally Arrives.” Moskin writes,
With the arrival here of South Indian vegetarian staples like dosas and uttapams, samosa chat and idlis, Indian cooking in New York is finally reflecting how Indians eat in India. And that often means vegetarian meals at least twice a day, or an entirely vegetarian home kitchen. Indian restaurants outside India have rarely reflected the central role of vegetarian cooking in Indian life, or its varied flavors.
Ah, it is to laugh. Ten years after L and I ate first began eating about once a week at Udupi Palace in the DC area, the Times explains to its readers what dosas, uttapams, and idlis are. And KC has Udipi Cafe. Who says New York is the cutting edge?
lunch with vika
Another quick entry: I just had lunch at Legal Seafoods here in Boston with Vika. We shared a dozen oysters on the half shell, and I had the lobster bisque while Vika enjoyed a bowl of clam chowder. Yum!
Our conversation covered a lot of ground: Burning Man, TEI, humanities computing, the Decameron Web, grant writing, and of course, blogging. Relevant links to be added later.
friday night in boston
I’m pressed for time, but here are two quick stories from last night. Hopefully I’ll have time later for more detail:
- From Catherine Rodriguez, who organized the SHARP panels at this year’s ASECS, I learned that eighteenth-century authors Fanny Burney and Hannah More made appearances in Wonder Woman comics as “wonder women of history.”
- When our group left McCormick & Schmick’s last night, one of our party was complaining about the waiter as we waited on the sidewalk for a cab. The service was fine, I thought, although a little disorganized. However, a man walked up to us and said, “Excuse me, sir, are you talking about this restaurant? I’m the manager.” It was a little disconcerting because he was kind of aggressive, and I was worried at first he was going to defend the honor of his establishment through fisticuffs. But it turns out he just wanted to give us $50 in gift certificates (!). Not wanting to get our server in trouble, we assured him that we were talking about a different restaurant, but obviously he didn’t believe us.