<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 11:12:35 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Published Work</category><category>The Hungry Liberals Supper Club</category><category>Fitness</category><category>Foodie Friday</category><category>Relationships</category><category>Guest Posts</category><category>Dispatches from the Field</category><category>PumpArt</category><category>Wanderlusting</category><category>Film</category><category>Tickle Your Cerebellum</category><category>Israel Moments</category><category>Cartoons</category><category>Pump Alert</category><category>Eventastic</category><category>Spotted</category><category>Song of the Day</category><category>Adventures in...</category><category>Restaurant Reviews</category><category>Daily Musing</category><category>Politicking</category><category>Career</category><category>Miracle Monday</category><category>Scenes From . . .</category><category>Musicalicious</category><category>TMI Thursday</category><category>The Chosen People</category><title>Plight of the Pumpernickel</title><description></description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>680</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-8718677378189297129</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2011 13:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-05T10:01:31.912-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Published Work</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Musicalicious</category><title>U.S. Royalty Dishes on Organic Eating at the Sweetlife Festival</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0Hyj9Dw4xs/TV3DtoBLelI/AAAAAAAAHX4/nktOL2we9Q8/s1600/U.S.%2BRoyalty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0Hyj9Dw4xs/TV3DtoBLelI/AAAAAAAAHX4/nktOL2we9Q8/s1600/U.S.%2BRoyalty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend, Jon and I took in the sights and sounds at Sweetgreen's Sweetlife Festival, a day-long music event with a roster that included The Strokes, Girl Talk, Lupe Fiasco, and more. We sat down with local scenesters U.S. Royalty to talk about the festival's message and their own eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first video I've ever shot on my new Canon t2i, and hot damn it looks pretty! Better quality than a film cam, eh? Click &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants/DC-Band-US-Royalty-121166234.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read the accompanying article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.thefeast.com/designvideo/embeddedPlayer.swf" flashvars="v=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thefeast.com%2Fi%2Fembed_new%2F%3Fcid%3D121152854&amp;amp;path=washington" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="324" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: small;"&gt;View more videos at: &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/?__source=embedCode"&gt;http://www.thefeast.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-8718677378189297129?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2011/05/us-royalty-dishes-on-organic-eating-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0Hyj9Dw4xs/TV3DtoBLelI/AAAAAAAAHX4/nktOL2we9Q8/s72-c/U.S.%2BRoyalty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-2927836454435323381</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2011 05:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-27T09:48:39.763-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Restaurant Reviews</category><title>Things are Hot at Hot N Juicy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLK1NyG_AlA/TbenyCBKKVI/AAAAAAAACDw/K76X7SNhM6w/s1600/IMG_7275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLK1NyG_AlA/TbenyCBKKVI/AAAAAAAACDw/K76X7SNhM6w/s400/IMG_7275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600129139635530066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_jfePyW0vY/TbenyW9t1xI/AAAAAAAACD4/I_wFqKW_U-0/s1600/IMG_7273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_jfePyW0vY/TbenyW9t1xI/AAAAAAAACD4/I_wFqKW_U-0/s400/IMG_7273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600129145258235666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behold, the glory that is seafood in a bag! What sounds like food-poisoning-waiting-to-happen is how food is served at &lt;a href="http://www.hotnjuicycrawfish.com/"&gt;Hot N Juicy&lt;/a&gt;, a Louisiana transplant on Connecticut Avenue offering steamed crawfish, shrimp, and a slew of other items. The common denominator is, of course, that everything is hot and juicy. Whowouldathunkit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm not in a rush to eat all my food in a bag, it works at Hot N Juicy. A variety of different seasonings are available: Louisiana-style, juicy Cajun, garlic butter, lemon pepper, and the Hot N Juicy special, which is a combination all the aforementioned. We chose to go with the Hot N Juicy special, which gave our seafood a deep, pungent flavor. And spicy. So, so spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dining companion and I placed our order with the waitress, we asked for that our order be cooked 'spicy,' because we're not wimps. However, she returned our request with a heavy stare and a plea of "are you sure? When we say spicy, we mean spicy." After a few minutes of back and forth, we were scared down to the 'medium' spice level. When the food finally arrived, we were thankful for the waitress' disclaimer—at the end of the meal, I couldn't feel my lips. If it had been any spicier, they would have fallen off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meal here isn't expensive at all, and I'm already craving a return visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-2927836454435323381?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-are-hot-at-hot-n-juicy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLK1NyG_AlA/TbenyCBKKVI/AAAAAAAACDw/K76X7SNhM6w/s72-c/IMG_7275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-6319706591813398262</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2011 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-05T12:14:58.840-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Restaurant Reviews</category><title>Restaurant Review: Himalayan Heritage in Adams Morgan</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3QCmY8Y4oA/TZs7A4KdDKI/AAAAAAAACDA/a0vZvkoWkTI/s1600/IMG_7106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3QCmY8Y4oA/TZs7A4KdDKI/AAAAAAAACDA/a0vZvkoWkTI/s400/IMG_7106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592128248572873890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week, my friend Andy and I grabbed a bite to eat at &lt;a href="http://www.himalayanheritagedc.com/"&gt;Himalayan Heritage&lt;/a&gt; on 18th Street in Adams Morgan before catching a performance of &lt;a href="http://www.theatreindc.com/playdetail.php?playID=461"&gt;China: The Whole Enchilada&lt;/a&gt;, which currently stars my friend, the irrepressibly funny Ben Demers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole evening, as it turned out, was pretty theatrical. The meal started out with an amuse-bouche of red pepper-flaked fava beans with puffed rice. The creamy beans were splendidly complemented by pops of spice, and the puffed rice added a lovely crunch to the whole affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uT4ygSZKGQo/TZs7A-HvPxI/AAAAAAAACDI/zg4oiL-lvII/s1600/IMG_7104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uT4ygSZKGQo/TZs7A-HvPxI/AAAAAAAACDI/zg4oiL-lvII/s400/IMG_7104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592128250172096274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started our order with an appetizer of paneer chilli ($7.25), which turned to be quite different from the Indian paneer I'm used to. This version of the classic cubed cottage cheese dish is denser, which lends to a more concentrated flavor. The bright red color is from a hot and sweet sauce that might have been cloying if not for the perfect creaminess of the paneer. The accompanying vegetables—stir-fried bell peppers, red onion, and capsicum—weren't so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnM9Fdxzh0s/TZs7BY1bwyI/AAAAAAAACDQ/ztlfm8RPgb0/s1600/IMG_7105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnM9Fdxzh0s/TZs7BY1bwyI/AAAAAAAACDQ/ztlfm8RPgb0/s400/IMG_7105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592128257343079202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finished up the meal with a hearty plate of Sunkoshi momo ($11.95), which is a Nepalese imagining of the Chinese dumpling. These perfectly steamed parcels (see the first image) were undeniably the star of the meal, filled with minced chicken flavored with Nepali spices. It was served with Nepali aachar, a type of condiment that tasted like dipping sauces I've tasted in many an Indian restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service was also incredibly pleasant and homey, which is a nice change of pace from the rushed gruffness of some other Adams Morgan eateries. I'll certainly be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-6319706591813398262?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2011/04/restaurant-review-himalayan-heritage-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3QCmY8Y4oA/TZs7A4KdDKI/AAAAAAAACDA/a0vZvkoWkTI/s72-c/IMG_7106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-9078390190396294693</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2011 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-24T13:06:09.586-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Spotted</category><title>Spotted: Disco Fries at ChurchKey</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpaP23utaZs/TYt2I65xQNI/AAAAAAAACC0/fhH2VS7zHKY/s1600/IMG_6715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpaP23utaZs/TYt2I65xQNI/AAAAAAAACC0/fhH2VS7zHKY/s400/IMG_6715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587689658305822930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things I'm powerless against: French fries, cheddar cheese, and sausage gravy. These&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'disco fries'&lt;/span&gt; are pure, greasy, goodness, and you kind of feel bad after you enjoy it—not unlike disco. Whatever, I admit to loving me some Bee Gees now and then. And damn it, I'll happily chow down on these fries, too. They're $8.50 at &lt;a href="http://www.churchkeydc.com/"&gt;ChurchKey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-9078390190396294693?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2011/03/spotted-disco-fries-at-churchkey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpaP23utaZs/TYt2I65xQNI/AAAAAAAACC0/fhH2VS7zHKY/s72-c/IMG_6715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-7148955409569258384</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2011 18:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-08T14:14:57.611-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Wanderlusting</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>The Hungry Liberals Supper Club</category><title>Flushing, Queens: Skin Noodles, Green Tea Mooncakes, and More</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newyork.seriouseats.com/images/20080609GoldenExt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 263px;" src="http://newyork.seriouseats.com/images/20080609GoldenExt1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend in New York City, a few friends and I crossed land and sea in a journey to Flushing, Queens, a place enveloped in foreign smells and the chattering sounds of strange dialects. We felt like wayward Americans mistakenly landed in some Asian outpost, stumbling past stalls overflowing with colorful ingredients—those foul, spiky durians, dusty lotus roots, and pale green winter melons—and past crowded alleyways lined with pint-sized takeaway shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we found, down a flight of dirty steps, our destination: Wong Jing Xian Chan, or Golden Shopping Mall, a collection of tiny restaurants and chairs crammed inside a windowless, low-ceiling-ed series of corridors. Anthony Bourdain had stooped his 6'4" frame to enter these shops, and where Tony went, so did we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a frustrating search for chairs, we settled in for the meal. I'd endure much worse discomfort for these noodes—spicy, cold soba with sliced vegetables; stir-fried chicken atop wide, hand-pulled noodles that never seemed to end; and thinly sliced tofu with 'skin noodles,' which are made from yuba, the skin that forms on top of soy milk as it's boiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nHnwK5szqXA/TXZ3Sgvx6xI/AAAAAAAACCA/7DFTxbuZjOI/s1600/IMG_6648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nHnwK5szqXA/TXZ3Sgvx6xI/AAAAAAAACCA/7DFTxbuZjOI/s400/IMG_6648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581779948083997458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/forkintheroad/DSC06017v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 282px;" src="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/forkintheroad/DSC06017v.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For dessert, we ran across the street to a Chinese bakery—my favorite kind. Green tea mooncakes in a flaky pastry and soft, warm buns filled with sweet red beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao1uiwDiyPw/TXZ3S4KRu1I/AAAAAAAACCQ/AzriWQvHqY8/s1600/IMG_6653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao1uiwDiyPw/TXZ3S4KRu1I/AAAAAAAACCQ/AzriWQvHqY8/s400/IMG_6653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581779954369149778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DvBYRVyknI/TXZ3Sr6LVqI/AAAAAAAACCI/4cLWP8Q2Mms/s1600/IMG_6651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DvBYRVyknI/TXZ3Sr6LVqI/AAAAAAAACCI/4cLWP8Q2Mms/s400/IMG_6651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581779951080396450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of spending a good deal of time in New York City means eating a  good deal in New York City. And I certainly don't have a problem with  that—from here on out, I'm going be a better photographer my food, much  to the chagrin of impatient dining companions waiting to dig in. Sorry, guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-7148955409569258384?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2011/03/flushing-queens-skin-noodles-green-tea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nHnwK5szqXA/TXZ3Sgvx6xI/AAAAAAAACCA/7DFTxbuZjOI/s72-c/IMG_6648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-2348522566961779732</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2011 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-07T15:42:31.797-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>The Hungry Liberals Supper Club</category><title>Last Week in Drinks (and Drinks and Drinks)</title><description>Between shooting videos for work and going out with friends, the last week has been a boozy one, to say the least. I always bring along my trusty Canon Rebel, so check out this visual chronicle of the last week of my life in drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order, these are my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dexter&lt;/span&gt; cocktail at &lt;a href="http://www.restauranteve.com/"&gt;Restaurant Eve&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Mixologist Todd Thrasher was just nominated as a semi-finalist for a James Beard award, and for good reason. Check out his mad skills in the below picture: Todd is a huge &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dexter&lt;/span&gt; fan, so he created this serial-killer-inspired cocktail with blood orange pomegranates, Tangelos, Averna, 42 below Vodka, and egg white molasses. Um, yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YSXAPmeoXGc/TWfoCr1vaaI/AAAAAAAACB0/TR-gyDwuTQA/s1600/IMG_6433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YSXAPmeoXGc/TWfoCr1vaaI/AAAAAAAACB0/TR-gyDwuTQA/s400/IMG_6433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577681796347160994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The Monk Cocktail at &lt;a href="http://www.zoladc.com/"&gt;Zola&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Brothers Ari and Micah Wilder (nope, not Jewish) are not your average mixologists. They've got some pretty funky drink ideas, such as this one, which includes Calvados apple brandy, elderflower liqueur, fresh lemon juice, and a Sauterne (that's a Californian wine)-infused foam on top. A house-made lavender salt is sprinkled on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzqhzax2SPY/TWfoB0IdYRI/AAAAAAAACBs/8jkE8dylfeY/s1600/IMG_6422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzqhzax2SPY/TWfoB0IdYRI/AAAAAAAACBs/8jkE8dylfeY/s400/IMG_6422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577681781393285394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. The Sazerac at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.zoladc.com/"&gt;Zola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The Wilders wouldn't let me walk away without trying this one too. It's a Sazerac, America's oldest cocktail, but their version uses kumquats, Sazerac rye, peychaud’s bitters, and soaked kumquats (which you eat alongside the drink). Oh, and an absinthe rinse for the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6hsuQzrJ9Ps/TWfmexPhQzI/AAAAAAAACBU/dxN2PNq7wlI/s1600/IMG_6415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6hsuQzrJ9Ps/TWfmexPhQzI/AAAAAAAACBU/dxN2PNq7wlI/s400/IMG_6415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577680079810544434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. The Pork Belly Cocktail at &lt;a href="http://www.zoladc.com/"&gt;Zola&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, another one from Zola. The Wilders call this an 'edible cocktail,' because the ice is made from smoke-infused water and the drink is served alongside a skewered piece of pork belly. The alcoholic-component is taken care of by Laphroaig 10-year scotch and Carpano Antica vermouth. The taste is a bit weird—not for the faint of heart—but definitely worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gM9c7wxTXn8/TWfoBOoKrjI/AAAAAAAACBk/UAea4zUVNek/s1600/IMG_6404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gM9c7wxTXn8/TWfoBOoKrjI/AAAAAAAACBk/UAea4zUVNek/s400/IMG_6404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577681771325730354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. The Caramel Corn Cocktail from &lt;a href="http://www.zoladc.com/"&gt;Zola&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;This new cocktail isn't even on the menu yet, but it's going to be one of Zola's new seasonal drinks. It includes rum that the brothers have infused with carmelized burnt oranges and bananas, Velvet Falernum liqueur, two ounces of hot water, and buttered rum. It's served with caramel corn (another edible cocktail), and it is, quite frankly, dangerous. I've never had a drink so sweet and wonderful that still knocks you on your ass. Drink with caution, this baby is alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_oGrlwZ3gOk/TWfmf8oFFJI/AAAAAAAACBc/5JuvewJUdl8/s1600/IMG_6410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_oGrlwZ3gOk/TWfmf8oFFJI/AAAAAAAACBc/5JuvewJUdl8/s400/IMG_6410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577680100046214290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. The Mint Julep from &lt;a href="http://www.emerils.com/restaurant/2/NOLA-Restaurant/"&gt;Nola&lt;/a&gt; in New Orleans.&lt;/span&gt; Naturally, on my family trip to New Orleans, I had to order a traditional Southern cocktail. Yeah, I know it's not original to New Orleans, but they're much more common here than in D.C. I unfortunately wasn't too much of a fan—it was way too sweet for my tastes—but at least I got to imagine myself sitting on a front porch in a khaki suit.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6hsuQzrJ9Ps/TWfmexPhQzI/AAAAAAAACBU/dxN2PNq7wlI/s1600/IMG_6415.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AMKRv5QcHxs/TWfme2ydRxI/AAAAAAAACBM/Tt9tQC7qcaE/s1600/IMG_6399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AMKRv5QcHxs/TWfme2ydRxI/AAAAAAAACBM/Tt9tQC7qcaE/s400/IMG_6399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577680081299261202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. The Fig Manhattan from &lt;a href="http://www.701restaurant.com/"&gt;701 Restaurant &amp;amp; Bar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; This version of the classic Manhattan includes spicy rye, sweet vermouth, maraschino liqueur, and a fig-infused foam. It's a sweeter version than I'm used to, but this drink definitely packed a punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3de9yYL8tAU/TWfmeExBd9I/AAAAAAAACBE/zoIlIIyKENY/s1600/IMG_6442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3de9yYL8tAU/TWfmeExBd9I/AAAAAAAACBE/zoIlIIyKENY/s400/IMG_6442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577680067871471570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. The Saigon Mule from &lt;a href="http://www.babaydc.com/"&gt;Ba Bay&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;The Capitol Hill modern Vietnamese spot's sweet and slightly frothy drink wins for most drinkable cocktail of the week. Made with homemade ginger ale, vodka, and lime, it's pretty as a picture. Look at that glass! It's sweet but not cloying, and alcoholic but not heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2tYMoRATIs/TWfmdUm9viI/AAAAAAAACA8/qhn4fgV9Msc/s1600/IMG_6578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2tYMoRATIs/TWfmdUm9viI/AAAAAAAACA8/qhn4fgV9Msc/s400/IMG_6578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577680054944382498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there you have it, people. I'd like to tell you this week is going to be less alcoholic, but that would be a lie. I head to &lt;a href="http://www.oyamel.com/"&gt;Oyamel&lt;/a&gt;'s Tequila and Mezcal Festival tonight. Check back here for pictures and updates on my hangover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-2348522566961779732?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-week-in-drinks-and-drinks-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YSXAPmeoXGc/TWfoCr1vaaI/AAAAAAAACB0/TR-gyDwuTQA/s72-c/IMG_6433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-3892317832994616772</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2011 19:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-18T14:35:57.013-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Published Work</category><title>Wine Bottling is Fun/Hurts My Arms at Keswick Vineyards</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R_oyHZ09EKU/TV7GmTgghnI/AAAAAAAACAE/Sg6igCpfGsY/s1600/IMG_6239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R_oyHZ09EKU/TV7GmTgghnI/AAAAAAAACAE/Sg6igCpfGsY/s400/IMG_6239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575111750105204338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earlier this month, my friend Arthur and I trekked down to Keswick, Virginia to help out with a wine bottling at &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;ved=0CBYQFjAA&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.keswickvineyards.com%2F&amp;amp;rct=j&amp;amp;q=kewsick%20vineyards&amp;amp;ei=SMleTZvwFsqs8AbzqtyvDA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHwz-AHMsv7qxZHRVb-S8Pp10qdgw&amp;amp;sig2=LhZTgvKDlSEL2qxhOBt8Ww&amp;amp;cad=rja"&gt;Keswick Vineyards&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot more of an in-depth process than we thought, but it was a pretty awesome time. I thought I was just there to film, but I was wrong. The vineyard put me to work, and boy were my arms tired by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my pictures and the video I put together for The Feast below. Click over &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants/Wine-Bottling-at-Keswick-Vineyards--116408149.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the full article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHkDMvn_QrI/TV7Glvyc5wI/AAAAAAAAB_s/uPBJsN1KRBw/s1600/IMG_6222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHkDMvn_QrI/TV7Glvyc5wI/AAAAAAAAB_s/uPBJsN1KRBw/s400/IMG_6222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575111740516787970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fh9tYFB2feE/TV7GmM7fBrI/AAAAAAAAB_8/cwysleH485A/s1600/IMG_6225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fh9tYFB2feE/TV7GmM7fBrI/AAAAAAAAB_8/cwysleH485A/s400/IMG_6225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575111748339304114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qINxapBlMBA/TV7Gm7I6ebI/AAAAAAAACAM/H5oq7fiLKyY/s1600/IMG_6262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qINxapBlMBA/TV7Gm7I6ebI/AAAAAAAACAM/H5oq7fiLKyY/s400/IMG_6262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575111760743659954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qINxapBlMBA/TV7Gm7I6ebI/AAAAAAAACAM/H5oq7fiLKyY/s1600/IMG_6262.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPAlfYNOFbY/TV7H3RpX3VI/AAAAAAAACAw/04Xfjx-wFqM/s1600/IMG_6252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPAlfYNOFbY/TV7H3RpX3VI/AAAAAAAACAw/04Xfjx-wFqM/s400/IMG_6252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575113141174918482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJt6tjvppR0/TV7H3PpfsSI/AAAAAAAACAo/iJ58HCWnQXs/s1600/IMG_6269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJt6tjvppR0/TV7H3PpfsSI/AAAAAAAACAo/iJ58HCWnQXs/s400/IMG_6269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575113140638560546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1tCaLRpQIns/TV7H28SkokI/AAAAAAAACAg/cCBhHO_P57E/s1600/IMG_6265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1tCaLRpQIns/TV7H28SkokI/AAAAAAAACAg/cCBhHO_P57E/s400/IMG_6265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575113135442141762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYsIu1zJMRo/TV7H2pVOpgI/AAAAAAAACAY/mEtJwCpl48M/s1600/IMG_6243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYsIu1zJMRo/TV7H2pVOpgI/AAAAAAAACAY/mEtJwCpl48M/s400/IMG_6243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575113130353010178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qINxapBlMBA/TV7Gm7I6ebI/AAAAAAAACAM/H5oq7fiLKyY/s1600/IMG_6262.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qINxapBlMBA/TV7Gm7I6ebI/AAAAAAAACAM/H5oq7fiLKyY/s1600/IMG_6262.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.thefeast.com/designvideo/embeddedPlayer.swf" flashvars="v=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thefeast.com%2Fi%2Fembed_new%2F%3Fcid%3D116405524%26path%3D%2Fwashington%2Frestaurants%2F" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="324" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"&gt;View more videos at: &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/?__source=embedCode"&gt;http://www.thefeast.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-3892317832994616772?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2011/02/wine-bottling-is-funhurts-my-arms-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R_oyHZ09EKU/TV7GmTgghnI/AAAAAAAACAE/Sg6igCpfGsY/s72-c/IMG_6239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-1153317240231027801</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2011 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-09T14:27:28.088-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Published Work</category><title>The Feast: Oyamel's Day of the Dead Taco Features Fresh Masa, a Healthy Conscience</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TVLpSN1A9pI/AAAAAAAAB_g/eJTZh5oxmJQ/s1600/dayofthedead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TVLpSN1A9pI/AAAAAAAAB_g/eJTZh5oxmJQ/s400/dayofthedead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571772188169664146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks ago, Oyamel's Joe Raffa showed me how to make the eatery's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taco de acelgas&lt;/span&gt;, a meat-free taco with swiss chard, potatoes, and a sofrito of tomatoes, onion, and jalapeño. Check out the above video I made for The Feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a snippet from the accompanying article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary" style="clear: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blogPostText blogPostTextBadge"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="summary" style="clear: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blogPostText blogPostTextBadge"&gt;Part  of the magic of Raffa's simple taco is the fresh masa used to make the  tortilla. "The best tortillas are made from fresh masa," says Raffa, who  explained that masa is corn that has been cooked in limewater, which  makes the husks fall away and produces a very doughy and soft mixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="summary" style="clear: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blogPostText blogPostTextBadge"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="summary" style="clear: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blogPostText blogPostTextBadge"&gt;Read the rest &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants/Meat-Free-Tacos-at-Oyamel--115644799.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.thefeast.com/designvideo/embeddedPlayer.swf" flashvars="v=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thefeast.com%2Fi%2Fembed_new%2F%3Fcid%3D115636509%26path%3D%2Fwashington%2Frestaurants%2F" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="324" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"&gt;View more videos at: &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/?__source=embedCode"&gt;http://www.thefeast.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-1153317240231027801?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2011/02/feast-oyamels-day-of-dead-taco-features.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TVLpSN1A9pI/AAAAAAAAB_g/eJTZh5oxmJQ/s72-c/dayofthedead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-6938188136294765289</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 18:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-02T13:36:33.445-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Published Work</category><title>The Feast: Sausages at Againn, Jokes About Male Anatomy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TUmj5doNswI/AAAAAAAAB_U/KM-RWGEiD14/s1600/AGAINN-BANGERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TUmj5doNswI/AAAAAAAAB_U/KM-RWGEiD14/s400/AGAINN-BANGERS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569162621821498114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week, I stopped by &lt;a href="http://www.againndc.com/"&gt;Againn&lt;/a&gt; gastropub in downtown D.C. to catch up with chef Wes Morton, who showed me how to make the restaurant's sausages for The Feast. Check out the below video to see how it went. Here's a snippet from the accompanying article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="summary"&gt;&lt;span class="blogPostText blogPostTextBadge"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In  this installment of Eat My ___, Executive Chef Wes Morton shows  us how  the restaurant's links are made. And no, he's not above bathroom  humor.  It's OK, Wes—neither are we. Chef Morton shows us the various tools of  the trade: Casings made of pig's intestines that might look "little  phallic for some of you straight arrows," and a humorously-named tool  called a prick, which has sharp metal prongs that make small holes in  the casings."&lt;/blockquote&gt;To read the rest, click &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants/Againns-Chef-Wes-Morton-Wants-You-to-Eat-His-Sausage-Realizes-the-Hilarity-of-That-Statement-115112569.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object id="8764" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" height="394" width="448"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.thefeast.com/syndication?id=114831939&amp;amp;path=washington"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.thefeast.com/syndication?id=114831939&amp;amp;path=washington" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" height="394" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small;"&gt;View more news videos at: &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/video?__source=embedCode"&gt;http://www.thefeast.com/video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-6938188136294765289?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2011/02/feast-sausages-at-againn-jokes-about.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TUmj5doNswI/AAAAAAAAB_U/KM-RWGEiD14/s72-c/AGAINN-BANGERS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-6428686047270608591</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2011 18:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-27T13:52:28.139-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Published Work</category><title>The Feast: Porky Baked Beans for Superbowl Sunday from Butcher's Block</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wpromote.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/nfl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 263px;" src="http://www.wpromote.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/nfl.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Superbowl Sunday, chef Robert Wiedmaier's Butcher's Block is offering a special game day menu. For The Feast, I caught up with chef Chris Watson (who heads the kitchens at Wiedmaier's Brabo and the Butcher's Block) to talk about his baked beans, which will be available on February 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants/Brabos-Chef-Chris-Watson-Invents-Porky-Baked-Bean-Recipe-for-Superbowl-Sunday-114732094.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read the full article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/ratepper/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/ratepper/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object id="789" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" height="394" width="448"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.thefeast.com/syndication?id=114730329&amp;amp;path=washington"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.thefeast.com/syndication?id=114730329&amp;amp;path=washington" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" height="394" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small;"&gt;View more news videos at: &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/video?__source=embedCode"&gt;http://www.thefeast.com/video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-6428686047270608591?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2011/01/feast-porky-baked-beans-for-superbowl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-2440247041565050073</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jan 2011 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-25T17:45:56.902-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Published Work</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Film</category><title>The Feast: Oscar-Inspired Eats in D.C.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TT9Rm3ki35I/AAAAAAAAB-s/_zNxR9qhuMA/s1600/kingsspeech1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TT9Rm3ki35I/AAAAAAAAB-s/_zNxR9qhuMA/s400/kingsspeech1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566257392647331730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TT9RHEWi_MI/AAAAAAAAB-U/a5KJKTaS5AI/s1600/thefighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TT9RHEWi_MI/AAAAAAAAB-U/a5KJKTaS5AI/s400/thefighter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566256846322465986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking to celebrate the recently-released Oscar nominations for this year? Click &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants/Film-Inspired-Meals-in-DC-114598414.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check out The Feast's gallery of dinner ideas inspired by the Best Picture nominees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-2440247041565050073?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2011/01/oscar-inspired-eats-in-dc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TT9Rm3ki35I/AAAAAAAAB-s/_zNxR9qhuMA/s72-c/kingsspeech1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-3772393117742559222</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2011 15:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-19T13:02:18.536-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>The Hungry Liberals Supper Club</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Restaurant Reviews</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Spotted</category><title>Review: Zola's New Tasting Menu a 'Parade of Flavors'</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TTcLiWMXfSI/AAAAAAAAB9k/IRVNDUim7Uw/s1600/caviar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TTcLiWMXfSI/AAAAAAAAB9k/IRVNDUim7Uw/s400/caviar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563928549340445986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the weekend, Jon and I had the good fortune of dining at &lt;a href="http://www.zoladc.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I went without expectations—my last meal there was about six years ago, and my clearly drug-addled waiter was removed from the floor sometime before the starters came. Needless to say, I didn't walk away remembering the food. I knew a repeat performance was unlikely, but you never know. This time around, the occasion for Jon and my visit was Zola's new tasting menu, which was, on the whole, a successful and playful parade of flavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first dish started with a bang, featuring firework components: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lobster,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caviar&lt;/span&gt;, and a plump, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raw oyster&lt;/span&gt;. Can these things ever taste bad? Nope, Jon and I concluded. Cool &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cucumber slices&lt;/span&gt; let the ingredients shine, and the result was a pleasantly fresh, salty bite of ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of several other dishes worth mentioning, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;veal with sweetbreads&lt;/span&gt; was truly a standout. The meat, perfectly tender, sat atop a creamy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fennel puree&lt;/span&gt;, with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pearl onions&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smoked sweet breads&lt;/span&gt;. The finishing touch, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blood orange glaze&lt;/span&gt;, sent me spiraling out of orbit. I'm not usually a fan of sweetbreads, but here they tasted nearly like pillows of gnocchi with a faint livery taste and a crunchy char.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TTcPqjHRnfI/AAAAAAAAB9w/oZ4CLBsKgzw/s1600/IMG_6055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TTcPqjHRnfI/AAAAAAAAB9w/oZ4CLBsKgzw/s400/IMG_6055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563933088294215154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't conclude this post without mentioning the cocktails, which were crafted by mixologists &lt;a href="http://www.zoladc.com/mixologists.html"&gt;Ari and Micah Wilder&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the &lt;span class="foodtitle"&gt;5 Banks&lt;/span&gt; cocktail below, which features Banks rum, Luxardo Bitter, Wilder Bros black cherry gomme syrup, fresh grapefruit, and a garnish of grapefruit cubes. The foam lends a sort of 1940s vibe, and the liquid itself is like candy, but not overbearing thanks to a tart kick from the grapefruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, you can even see Jon through the glass in the drink's stem. It's like a Where's Waldo for alcoholics. Or, you know, people who like to drink in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TTcJSGnRrLI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/xDCO2LUE2H8/s1600/IMG_6015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TTcJSGnRrLI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/xDCO2LUE2H8/s400/IMG_6015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563926071257181362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-3772393117742559222?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2011/01/review-zolas-new-tasting-menu-parade-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TTcLiWMXfSI/AAAAAAAAB9k/IRVNDUim7Uw/s72-c/caviar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-6141290719073475112</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2011 22:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-18T17:40:35.058-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>The Hungry Liberals Supper Club</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Published Work</category><title>The Feast: Kushi Owners Talk Sushi Etiquette</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.discovernikkei.org/articles/3550/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://media.discovernikkei.org/articles/3550/sushi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week, I sat down with &lt;span class="summary"&gt;&lt;span class="blogPostText blogPostTextBadge"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants/kushi-izakaya-11761776_.html?src=search&amp;amp;radius=1&amp;amp;keyword=kushi&amp;amp;userId=26284870&amp;amp;address=&amp;amp;market=washington&amp;amp;pageNum=1"&gt;Kushi Izakaya &amp;amp; Sushi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; owners &lt;span class="summary"&gt;&lt;span class="blogPostText blogPostTextBadge"&gt;Darren Lee Norris and Ari Kushimoto Norris, and the pair shared with me their preferred techniques for eating sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the below video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to find out what you may be doing wrong, and click &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants/Darren-and-Ari-Kushimoto-Norris-113616154.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the accompanying post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="9535" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" height="394" width="448"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.thefeast.com/syndication?id=113602754&amp;amp;path=washington"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.thefeast.com/syndication?id=113602754&amp;amp;path=washington" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" height="394" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: small;"&gt;View more news videos at: &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/video?__source=embedCode"&gt;http://www.thefeast.com/video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-6141290719073475112?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2011/01/feast-kushi-owners-talk-sushi-etiquette.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-4358230775989908261</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2011 20:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-07T15:41:31.746-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>The Hungry Liberals Supper Club</category><title>A Late Christmas Present: Santa Cookies</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TSd4ErJ4thI/AAAAAAAAB8w/2hAbHriW_hc/s1600/IMG_5995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TSd4ErJ4thI/AAAAAAAAB8w/2hAbHriW_hc/s400/IMG_5995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559544286711166482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look what I found waiting for me in my room when I returned from a few days of R&amp;amp;R in Rockville? Santa cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wonderfully crafted pieces of joy were made my roommate's mother, and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; at them. There's some serious holiday cheer baked into these babies. Thanks to you both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-4358230775989908261?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2011/01/late-christmas-present-santa-cookies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TSd4ErJ4thI/AAAAAAAAB8w/2hAbHriW_hc/s72-c/IMG_5995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-3204099594822855865</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2010 19:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-14T14:18:42.671-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Spotted</category><title>Spotted: Addie's Mussels at Black's Bar and Kitchen</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TQe_ct9v--I/AAAAAAAAB8c/hR-3AvKby84/s1600/IMG_5984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TQe_ct9v--I/AAAAAAAAB8c/hR-3AvKby84/s400/IMG_5984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550615565853260770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dinner items at &lt;a href="http://www.blacksbarandkitchen.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black's Bar and Kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; might give a mid-twenties professional sticker shock. A particularly mouth-watering scallop dish clocks in at $29 (whoa doggies!), and I was a tad concerned when I dined there last night. Low funds plus poor impulse control around food equals broke Rachel. However, to my rescue: Mussels! Ah, that glorious bivalve. So juicy, so tasty, so cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black's Bar and Kitchen offers four mussel dishes (Addie's, Thai, French, and Georgian), all either $13 or $14. I had the the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addie's mussels&lt;/span&gt;, which are simmered in a broth of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;garlic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shallots&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lemon&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; parsley&lt;/span&gt;. The portion was healthy (I certainly didn't feel deprived), the broth rich and hearty, and the mussels sweet and plump. And I don't need to remind you that at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$13&lt;/span&gt;, it fit my budget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-3204099594822855865?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2010/12/spotted-addies-mussels-at-blacks-bar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TQe_ct9v--I/AAAAAAAAB8c/hR-3AvKby84/s72-c/IMG_5984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-7851977211561522179</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2010 14:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-13T09:43:41.420-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Published Work</category><title>The Feast Digest: Mmm Mmm Good</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.thefeast.com/images/540*362/DC3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 266px;" src="http://media.thefeast.com/images/540*362/DC3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in my last post, I'm a food editor for NBC's &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants/"&gt;The Feast&lt;/a&gt;, and boy have I been working my tush off. Check out what I've been up to since last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants/Snow-in-DC-Chefs-Freak-Out-111674879.html"&gt;Snow at Volt and Other Winter Reactions From D.C. Chefs, Restaurants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants/New-Parents-Diane-Gross-and-Khalid-Pitts-Love-Their-Son-Wont-Share-French-Fries-111617484.html"&gt;New Parents Diane Gross and Khalid Pitts Love Their Son, Won't Share French Fries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/The%20New%20York%20Times%20Calls%20Capitol%20Hill%20Junky,%20But%20We%20Know%20Better"&gt;The New York Times Calls Capitol Hill Junky, But We Know Better&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants/An-ApocRobot-Butchers-111523174.html"&gt;Your New Recurring Food Nightmare: Robot Butchers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants/Matchbox-to-Open-in-Rockville-No-Longer-Haunted-111397074.html"&gt;Matchbox to Open in Rockville, No Longer Haunted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants/TLCs-Next-Great-Baker-Contestant-Pamela-Ahn-111379594.html"&gt;TLC's 'Next Great Baker' Contestant Pamela Ahn Can Have Her Cake and Eat It Too&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Got any good leads? Send 'em my way at plightofthepumpernickel@gmail.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-7851977211561522179?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2010/12/feast-digest-mmm-mmm-good.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-6259351237784992137</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2010 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-06T16:12:48.163-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>The Hungry Liberals Supper Club</category><title>A New Use for Filet Mignon: Vietnamese Spring Rolls</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TP1Fy32akQI/AAAAAAAAB8I/wMTHPsV6bgo/s1600/IMG_5940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TP1Fy32akQI/AAAAAAAAB8I/wMTHPsV6bgo/s400/IMG_5940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547667056278278402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi, all. Sorry for the blog silence—life has been, to say the least, hectic during the last month. I'm the food editor of a new NBC website, &lt;a href="http://www.thefeast.com/washington/restaurants"&gt;The Feast&lt;/a&gt;, so check me out! Even though I haven't been blogging, I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; have&lt;/span&gt; been been eating delicious things and snapping pictures of them, so let's get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite blessed to have a grandmother that regularly sends me  dry ice-laden packages of frozen Omaha steaks. That being said, I need to start clearing out space in my freezer. Since one can only eat traditional filet mignon so many times, Jon and I have started getting creative. Behold: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vietnamese spring rolls &lt;/span&gt;with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; filet mignon&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dish is wildly simple, once you get the hang of rolling the sticky  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rice wrappers&lt;/span&gt;, which can be purchased at any local Asian market. The rest of the ingredients (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vermicelli noodles&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; zucchini&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lime&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cilantro&lt;/span&gt;) are readily available at most supermarkets. As for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;filet mignon&lt;/span&gt;, either purchase it at your local butcher/supermarket or find yourself a generous grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start by marinading the meat in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rice wine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ponzu sauce&lt;/span&gt; (a citrus-flavored, soy-based sauce), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sesame oil&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red chili flakes&lt;/span&gt;. Proportions are up to you; I just futz around until I like the taste. After letting the steak soak for half an hour, I saute it in vegetable oil until medium rare and then set aside for ten minutes. (This gives the juices time to settle and ensures they won't spill out as soon as you slice into the steak.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I thinly slice my raw zucchini and boil the white vermicelli noodles in water. As soon as this is done, the meat is ready to be sliced in slivers about half a centimeter thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everything is ready, I begin assembling my spring rolls. The rice wrappers are dipped in warm water for about three seconds (don't be tempted to wet them for longer, you'll wind up with a sticky mess on your hands), upon which I place the zucchini, noodles, meat, and cilantro. After a squeeze of fresh lime, I tightly wrap the contents burrito-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipping sauces are a must—hoisin sauce with a sprinkling of crushed peanuts is a personal favorite. Otherwise, don't be afraid to mix things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Grandma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-6259351237784992137?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-use-for-filet-mignon-vietnamese.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TP1Fy32akQI/AAAAAAAAB8I/wMTHPsV6bgo/s72-c/IMG_5940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-8595525377157635030</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 21:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-29T14:18:24.023-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Foodie's Chanukah Present</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TPP8brXpe6I/AAAAAAAAB78/enQZK7nlDTM/s1600/capers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TPP8brXpe6I/AAAAAAAAB78/enQZK7nlDTM/s400/capers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545053118651792290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom got me a giant jar of capers. She knows me too well.&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-8595525377157635030?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2010/11/foodie-chanukah-present.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TPP8brXpe6I/AAAAAAAAB78/enQZK7nlDTM/s72-c/capers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-6422036485047776789</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-12T17:15:06.460-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Scenes From . . .</category><title>Scenes From a Chinese Restaurant: Shanghai Garden</title><description>Jon and I get bored waiting for our food at Shanghai Garden by the Van Ness Metro Station and try to figure out my new lenses. Debatable artistry ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TN2dGKsN3QI/AAAAAAAAB7o/ZzRFDQUkA5Q/s1600/IMG_5532.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TN2dF9umxPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/PFiW38pWOHs/s1600/IMG_5569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TN2dF9umxPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/PFiW38pWOHs/s400/IMG_5569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538755842530526450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TN2dFgjLnBI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/xFjoqSZGels/s1600/IMG_5555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TN2dFgjLnBI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/xFjoqSZGels/s400/IMG_5555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538755834697980946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TN2dFdvsVVI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/zhY-LMmptXQ/s1600/IMG_5545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TN2dFdvsVVI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/zhY-LMmptXQ/s400/IMG_5545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538755833945150802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TN2dGKsN3QI/AAAAAAAAB7o/ZzRFDQUkA5Q/s1600/IMG_5532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TN2dGKsN3QI/AAAAAAAAB7o/ZzRFDQUkA5Q/s400/IMG_5532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538755846010166530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bonus round: Which of these is not like the others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-6422036485047776789?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2010/11/scenes-from-chinese-restaurant-shanghai.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TN2dF9umxPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/PFiW38pWOHs/s72-c/IMG_5569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-7258053229451017675</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2010 21:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-11T17:09:12.194-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Spotted</category><title>Spotted: Whole Rockfish at Italian Pines</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TNxmvqzjKDI/AAAAAAAAB7E/ntbydMexuq8/s1600/IMG_5779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TNxmvqzjKDI/AAAAAAAAB7E/ntbydMexuq8/s400/IMG_5779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538414610889254962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the life of me, I can't figure out why so many people are turned off by whole fish. Filets are boring—no crispy skin, no charred fins to gnaw on, and no gooey eyeballs to pop out. (For the record, I'm not personally a fan of eyeball jelly, but many diners are more fearless than I.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for a whole fish is often simple, and when done correctly, always satisfying. Take, for example, this expertly seasoned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rockfish&lt;/span&gt; courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.italianpines.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italian Pines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Gaithersburg. The fish is gutted, the cavity filled with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;herbs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;garli&lt;/span&gt;c, then sprinkled with a healthy dose of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;salt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pepper&lt;/span&gt;. Slits on the skin aid the crisping process. The result is tender, sweet meat, lots of crunchy bits, and a lovely acidic kick from a squeeze of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lemon&lt;/span&gt;. Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dish's price changes based on the market, but I don't believe I paid more than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$15&lt;/span&gt; for my meal, which came with a side salad and pasta. Italian Pines' ambiance leaves a bit to be desired, but the restaurant serves up seafood fare better than some downtown hot spots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-7258053229451017675?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2010/11/spotted-whole-rockfish-at-italian-pines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TNxmvqzjKDI/AAAAAAAAB7E/ntbydMexuq8/s72-c/IMG_5779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-1999949906819531520</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2010 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-10T10:22:54.434-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Spotted</category><title>Spotted: Butternut Squash Soup at B. Smith's</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TNq1ujfIA7I/AAAAAAAAB6k/mU4tlTD8Y_A/s1600/IMG_5791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TNq1ujfIA7I/AAAAAAAAB6k/mU4tlTD8Y_A/s400/IMG_5791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537938503209845682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When asked to tender a restaurant recommendation to an out-of-towner, &lt;a href="http://www.bsmith.com/index2.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B. Smith's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; probably wouldn't top my list of possibilities. The Union Station restaurant itself is beautiful (the space was originally the presidential railroad suite in the days before Air Force One), but the dishes are fairly lackluster and pedestrian. It may be fine fare for a train station layover, but B. Smith's is not a destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noted exception on a recent lunch was this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;butternut squash soup&lt;/span&gt;, offered as a special of the day. Where other dishes I tasted fell flat, this soared. The soup itself was thick and slightly sweet, and a drizzling of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creme fraiche&lt;/span&gt; added a bit of creamy decadence. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chopped pecans&lt;/span&gt; in the center made for an earthy contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; $9&lt;/span&gt;, it wasn't a steal, but that's to be expected. Union Station seems to suffer from airport currency—inflation for the sake of inflation. But, I'd take this over Panda Express any day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-1999949906819531520?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2010/11/spotted-butternut-squash-soup-at-b.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TNq1ujfIA7I/AAAAAAAAB6k/mU4tlTD8Y_A/s72-c/IMG_5791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-7618460778477931575</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2010 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-09T21:25:19.495-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Spotted</category><title>Spotted: Carnitas, Barbacoa Chivo, and Chicarron Tacos at Taqueria Distrito Federal</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TNnoN4jn2oI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/-vz-YcCHmgw/s1600/IMG_5775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TNnoN4jn2oI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/-vz-YcCHmgw/s400/IMG_5775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537712542046476930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First off, let me say that I love this place. Last Sunday, my brunch-hungry crew stopped at two other spots before we were finally seated on the open patio at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taqueria Distrito Federal&lt;/span&gt; in Columbia Heights. At &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Domku&lt;/span&gt;, despite an abundance of clearly open tables, a waitress snootily told us none were available, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Red Derby&lt;/span&gt; was, no joke, out of food by 1:30 P.M. I guess some restaurants don't like selling food in exchange for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a trio of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tacos&lt;/span&gt;, each for the bargain price of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$2.95&lt;/span&gt;. See them above, from right to left:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; carnitas&lt;/span&gt; (pork), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;barbacoa chivo&lt;/span&gt; (goat), and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chicarron con salsa verde&lt;/span&gt; (pork skin in green sauce). The carnitas were deliciously tender and juicy, with a lovely tang from a squeeze of lime. The barbacao chivo, also wonderful, had a pleasant, slightly gamy texture. The chicarron, well . . . the chicarron was pretty gross. I had anticipated something crunchy and savory, but instead got gooey, gloppy, and somewhat gag-reflex-inducing. But hey, Taqueria Distrito Federal gets points for exotic offerings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-7618460778477931575?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2010/11/spotted-carnitas-barbacoa-chivo-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TNnoN4jn2oI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/-vz-YcCHmgw/s72-c/IMG_5775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-5018771905018344528</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2010 17:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-05T13:39:18.069-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Spotted</category><title>Spotted: Grilled Red Wine Octopus at Firefly</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TNQ60tWApEI/AAAAAAAAB6M/YnKlTvYxTGw/s1600/IMG_5819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TNQ60tWApEI/AAAAAAAAB6M/YnKlTvYxTGw/s400/IMG_5819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536114519144703042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I had an uncharacteristically large lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firefly&lt;/span&gt; on New Hampshire Avenue (appetizers, entree, cocktails—the whole shebang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A standout of my meal: The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grilled red wine poached octopus&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smoked avocado&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olive aioli&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roasted olive gremolata&lt;/span&gt;. Octopus can be chewy sometimes, but not so here. The meat was tender, juicy, and had a pleasant-but-not-overbearing char. The olive gremolata nicely rounded out this Mediterranean-inspired dish, and though the smoked avocado didn't taste particularly smoked, it was a cool, smooth complement to the octopus's light saltiness. The olive aioli only barely flecked the plate, offering (correctly) just a hint of creaminess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one downside: The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$12&lt;/span&gt; price tag is more than some of Firefly's sandwiches, but heck. If you're searching for some midday decadence, look no further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Most importantly, this dish brings octopus back into my good  graces—Jon had a nasty bout of food poisoning about two weeks ago that  we believe stemmed from a conspicuously spongy octopus dish at  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaleo&lt;/span&gt;, of all places. Beware the  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pulpo a la Gallega ‘Maestro Alfonso'&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-5018771905018344528?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2010/11/spotted-grilled-red-wine-octopus-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TNQ60tWApEI/AAAAAAAAB6M/YnKlTvYxTGw/s72-c/IMG_5819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-1532519324838553391</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2010 01:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-03T21:10:04.453-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Published Work</category><title>Thank you, WaPo!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://voices.washingtonpost.com/local-breaking-news/LoriAratani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 165px;" src="http://voices.washingtonpost.com/local-breaking-news/LoriAratani.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A hearty thanks to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Washington Post&lt;/span&gt; and Lori's A.M. Buzz for featuring Monday's fortune cookie post in their Breaking News Blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love this&lt;a href="http://www.plightofthepumpernickel.com/2010/11/fortune-cookie-with-sense-of-humor.html"&gt; very funny fortune&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Plight of the Pumpernickel&lt;/strong&gt; received when she cracked open her cookie after dinner at Shanghai Garden in D.C.'s Van Ness neighborhood."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://voices.washingtonpost.com/local-breaking-news/loris-am-buzz/dc-like-a-local-has.html?wprss=local-breaking-news"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read Lori's other interesting tidbits from around the city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-1532519324838553391?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you-wapo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416794885695939401.post-1124801789562417149</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2010 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-01T11:56:12.302-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Daily Musing</category><title>Fortune Cookie with a Sense of Humor</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TM7cHcTkrKI/AAAAAAAAB50/zL-oaPw_ehg/s1600/IMG_5699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TM7cHcTkrKI/AAAAAAAAB50/zL-oaPw_ehg/s400/IMG_5699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534603012500401314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, folks. The above image features a real fortune that I found in a real fortune cookie from Shanghai Garden across the street from UDC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thoroughly amused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416794885695939401-1124801789562417149?l=plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2010/11/fortune-cookie-with-sense-of-humor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Pumpernickel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_17FVHTzjz6o/TM7cHcTkrKI/AAAAAAAAB50/zL-oaPw_ehg/s72-c/IMG_5699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>