Wednesday night a group of us from work went to the first of two Nashville Nights events hosted by 12th and Broad, a newish group in town seeking to bring together local creative types for events and collaborations that celebrate Nashville. The Nashville Nights event was a two-night celebration of food writing, held at Arnold’s (where I’ve still never been for lunch). We listened to some local writers read excerpts of top-notch food writing while…
I so rarely get out to restaurants in town that don’t rhyme with “Jo’s Codway Frappe*” that when I do, I feel compelled to take a photo of what I ate and tell the internet. You know, like we ancient bloggers used to do all the time! First up, the new Saint Anejo on “M Street,” which is actually on McGavock, isn’t it? (Everything is on McGavock, somehow.) I had the duck confit enchiladas, which…
I have had prouder moments than the time yesterday when I was twenty minutes away from meeting my friend Ashley for dinner, and found myself standing in the kitchen, desperately spooning gobs of peanut butter into my mouth and breaking off pieces of crumbly cheese onto tiny toasts and cramming them in my gullet, suddenly confident in the knowledge that if I had to wait twenty more minutes to eat, I would die, DIE, right…
I haven’t historically liked beans or tomatoes, and yet this was delicious. Thanks, AY-D! [Project 365]
I usually only need about eight practice pancakes before I can make a decent one. [Project 365]
The boyfriend’s attempt to trick me into eating more avocados. Hint: They’re in the topping. [Project 365]
And a whoooole lot of it. It took me three or four tries in my adult life to get on the sushi bandwagon fully. This was the first time I actually understood. Yum. Still can’t use chopsticks for shit, though. [Project 365]
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