WHAT'S REALLY FOOD?

Allegedly a hurricane was supposed to hit New York or something. I don’t know, whatever happened ended up being pretttyyyy boring. There was some water, I think the toilet overflowed a few times. Some people, I won’t say who, ate a lot of mushrooms and drank an entire bottle of vodka and some people went to sleep at 10 PM like a pathetic geriatric but I am still not pointing any fingers.

However, the city did shut down the MTA thus forcing all those without a car into one location for the next two days. For all intents and purposes, this transit strike forced me into Tamara’s family’s home (my family is in London and Greece, probably eating foie gras) to abuse their fridge and cable access. Families have all the best stuff!

Immobilized by a defunct transit system and cranky from rain, Tamara and I decided to make a bunch of food for ourselves and the brave friends that came through in the “hurricane.”

The cheese plate was made figs from Tamara’s grandma’s fig tree. They grow figs! Amazing. Who grows actual stuff that tastes good?

The salad was made with lemon cucumbers, which are so weird and prickly but also kind of tart and sweet cucumbers. Alsoo from Mina’s garden.

Tamara made a rack of ribs in Bone Suckin’ Sauce and Mina’s figs. I don’t fuck with making meat, so I am impressed that she knew how to take a big slab of meat and tame it into something not just edible but also ridiculously good. Tamara’s mom made the best beans I have ever eaten in my life. Hi Maria! I love the beans, thanks for letting me sleep over.

So all in all, yes, this was a bullshit ass hurricane and a huge disappointment but boredom drove us to make good food and also maybe I’ll smoke weed because I feel stir crazy. Next time there’s a hurricane you should come over I’m going to sleep bye.