The International Kitchen Mediterranean Cooking Experience - Day 5
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Pasta, Paninis, and Meat of Questionable Origin.
Breaking fast. Like a boss.
If your goal is to eat all of the food, then Chicago is a good place to start.
Love grows where my Rosemary goes.
My search for the Emerald Coast. Not Golden -- EMERALD.
Crazy night of cocktails and tapas.
An abundance of deliciousness and other first world problems.
Because calories don't count when they're consumed in the dark.
Williamsburg tastes nothing like chicken.
Livin' Large -- Stretchy Pants Large.
And other rants.
Foodie tour of Chicago's Chinatown (and probably why my pants don't fit).
When you're tired, you take a napa - you don't move to Napa.
Beach bars and harbor restaurants - something for everyone.
Art galleries, sterling silver, and hot dogs. Basically my travel trifecta.
Flour, eggs, and olive oil: the perfect companions for a rockin' Saturday night.
I eat it, too.
Diners, drive-ins, and a disturbing reality check about celebrity chef branding.
Domestiphobia does detox.
The best chefs don't need burners. Or kitchens, for that matter.
Wisdom in the booth of a Cuban café.
Annnnd China has just moved to the top of my travel dream list.
If we're only as good as the company we keep, then I am now officially awesome.
This might be enough to intentionally fly through Atlanta. Well. Let's not get crazy.
Do they have a twelve-step program for this kind of thing?
You know it's a good day when there's a spaceship involved.
This is why I'm all about the second chances.
This is exactly why I could never be a vegetarian.
It turns out mimosas are totally allowed.
The start of my adventure with the 2013 bon appétit Food Lover's Cleanse. And also how to seed a pomegranate.
I like puffy tacos and I cannot lie.
Consider our pants blown. In a good way.
There IS a cure for wanderlust. But it's not going to be easy.
I wasn't called a sex addict, but I'm pretty sure I ate my weight in cheese.
It feels good to be a gangsta. (Getting the VIP treatment in Asheville.)
Want to make everyone jealous and get treated like a VIP? There's an app for that.
Private chef's dinner for two? We can now cross that off the list.
Mostly the world is filled with good people. You should meet them sometime.
And two for tea...
Here, it's impossible to get SAD.
Broncos? I'm pretty sure they should be the Denver Dogs.
I scream, you scream, we all scream for... BEER!
Chicken 'n waffles: Like socks with sandals, it just makes sense.
I'm pretty sure I was a covert CIA operative in another life.
8 simple rules for throwing a baby hot tub party.
I'm a closet eater of processed meats.
I hail from the exotic, far off land of Minnesota.
I bet my lunch is better than yours.
Better than alive.
I tasted Carolina. And then I ate it all. (Part 1)
I tasted Carolina. And then I ate it all. (Part 2)
I'm still alive. I think. (Road trip to Florida!)
Here's the beef.
I'm pretty sure my dog was the happiest dog.
A domestiphobe's tips for throwing a budget shindig. Because you can't fake success.
The quiche that refused to die quietly.
Cheeseburger in paradise.
Ninety-nine bottles of sauce in a box.
The fruits of our labor.
The not-so-musical fruit.
A good thing gone bad.
Well, hello there.
You see what I see, and I see sushi.
Mi taco es su taco.
Tasting the local flavor.
Pancakes with a side of kidney.
Do you like seafood?