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The two days of Christmas

The two days of Christmas

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 10:21 PM , have 0 comments
When I was a little girl, Christmas was a spiny, sparkly tree floating on a sea of shiny, sparkly boxes. I’d wait 364 long days for a few ho...
Scone City

Scone City

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:39 PM , have 0 comments
Once again, I’m hawking priceless family treasures over at Seattlest. Last week, it was my great-grandfather’s swashbucklingly boozy egg nog...
The art of so-called side dishes

The art of so-called side dishes

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 1:36 PM , have 0 comments
Maybe it is a product of our time, a generational thing, or just a matter of pheromones, but I keep falling in love with vegetarians. I spen...
Seattle(st)’s Best Egg Nog

Seattle(st)’s Best Egg Nog

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:31 PM , have 0 comments
Over at Seattlest, I’m revealing the age-old secrets of my family’s egg nog recipe, passed down from my maternal great-grandfather J. P. Har...
A coming-of-age, in cookies

A coming-of-age, in cookies

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:24 PM , have 0 comments
It may have notoriously waving wheat and pastures full of prime Angus steak, but truth be told, Oklahoma’s food scene is most famous—in cert...
Saving the holidays, one macaroon at a time

Saving the holidays, one macaroon at a time

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 1:48 PM , have 0 comments
This week’s installment of Seattlest finds me conquering the Christmastime cheese ball and supplanting it with more readily edible—and enjoy...
Plain Jane, with chickpeas

Plain Jane, with chickpeas

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 12:35 PM , have 0 comments
Peanut butter on toast. A soft-boiled egg with salt and pepper. Butternut squash boiled in cider and mashed. A carrot dunked in lemon-tahini...
The best laid plans, and a Linzer tart

The best laid plans, and a Linzer tart

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:40 PM , have 0 comments
I started with the best of intentions. When I set out for Oklahoma a week ago, I planned to return with rapturous photos of a bronze-skinned...
Seattlest gets jealous, makes soup

Seattlest gets jealous, makes soup

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 8:45 PM , have 0 comments
Over at Seattlest, the soupe du jour is butternut squash with pear, cider, and vanilla bean, a homespun knock-off of a dish from one of my f...
The state of the sprout

The state of the sprout

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:01 AM , have 0 comments
I wait all year for Brussels sprouts. Many pine away patiently for October’s first pumpkins or November’s puckery cranberries, but I hang my...
What it boils down to

What it boils down to

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:07 PM , have 0 comments
Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are. So spoke Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, legendary French gastronome. On the surface,...
Seattlest + Macrina = true love and ginger cake

Seattlest + Macrina = true love and ginger cake

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 11:33 AM , have 0 comments
In this week’s Seattlest episode, I’m devouring a ginger pear upside-down cake from Leslie Mackie’s Macrina Bakery & Café Cookbook, a co...
In praise of braising

In praise of braising

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 2:19 PM , have 0 comments
I’m not one for favorites. I have no favorite movie, no favorite color, no favorite number, no favorite song. Declaring something a favorite...
It’s raining, it’s pouring, and Seattlest is roasting

It’s raining, it’s pouring, and Seattlest is roasting

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 6:57 PM , have 0 comments
Over at Seattlest, I’m singing the praises of roasted chicken, a favorite cold-weather staple and, as luck would have it, one of the first m...
A handy life strategy, dinner included

A handy life strategy, dinner included

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 7:28 PM , have 0 comments
A few devoted readers may remember when, about eight months ago, in a post involving Spandex, my mother, erogenous zones, and whole wheat br...
Joining the club: Seattlest

Joining the club: Seattlest

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:26 PM , have 0 comments
Sometimes details escape me, such as when I’m engaged in heated battle with a virus. For example, I have—until today—completely forgotten to...
The semantics of stewing

The semantics of stewing

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 10:38 PM , have 0 comments
In the English language, there are only a handful of phrases that come with their own built-in laugh track, and sadly, “stewed prunes” is on...
A state of melt

A state of melt

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 5:20 PM , have 0 comments
The last time I was this sick was 12 years ago, during the Christmas holidays of my freshman year of high school. Though my memories of the ...
Going steady

Going steady

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 7:12 PM , have 0 comments
Every kitchen has its strong, silent staples. I’ve certainly got my stockpile of oils and vinegars, condiments, rice, pasta, beans, butter, ...
Sog Story

Sog Story

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 11:20 PM , have 0 comments
I am, dear reader, a bread snob. I’m a harsh critic of crust and crumb, a stickler for sourdough, and very, very picky about my pain au leva...
If it’s Friday, it must be eggs-and-beer night

If it’s Friday, it must be eggs-and-beer night

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 2:36 PM , have 0 comments
It was a Friday night, and you know what that means: good Catholics won’t eat meat; Shabbat-savvy Jews won’t sow, plow, reap, grind, sift, k...
How I hit the hard-ball stage

How I hit the hard-ball stage

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 10:01 PM , have 0 comments
A couple of well-meaning readers have recently inquired into the foundations of my relationship with food, or, more succinctly, the origins ...
An interlude, or what happens when she digs in her archives

An interlude, or what happens when she digs in her archives

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 12:11 AM , have 0 comments
Last week I was tagged—not once, but twice—for the 23rd-post-5th-sentence meme, a nifty little game that would have me dig into my archives,...
Sneaking in under the wire: pappa al pomodoro

Sneaking in under the wire: pappa al pomodoro

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:49 PM , have 0 comments
I’ve never before thought of myself as any sort of doomsday prophet, but lately it seems that I’ve been in an awful rush to admit defeat to ...
Home is where the fritters are

Home is where the fritters are

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 3:34 PM , have 0 comments
Returning from vacation is never a wholly pleasant proposition, no matter how much I love my city of residence, my cozy apartment—deep-pile ...
Bringing home the (Greenmarket) goods

Bringing home the (Greenmarket) goods

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 8:59 PM , have 0 comments
I owe you an apology, dear reader. For the past week, I’ve cruelly paraded before you a small smorgasbord of foods that, unless you happen t...
Street sweets, or things best eaten on two feet

Street sweets, or things best eaten on two feet

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 10:33 PM , have 0 comments
At some point in my impressionable youth, I was told that one should never eat while standing up. This well-meaning killjoy of a tip was pro...
Di Fara Pizza, and the exaggeration that wasn’t

Di Fara Pizza, and the exaggeration that wasn’t

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 8:55 PM , have 0 comments
There is something you should know about Brandon: when it comes to food, his main themes are obsession and exaggeration. He takes hot sauce ...
Stashing summer’s last gasp

Stashing summer’s last gasp

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 4:43 PM , have 0 comments
When I left Seattle this morning, the city was still tucked snugly under a heavy blanket of clouds. It’s been this way for a week or two now...
Five childhood food memories, or the good, the bad, and the ugly

Five childhood food memories, or the good, the bad, and the ugly

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 7:19 PM , have 0 comments
Yes, dear reader, it happened to me too. I’ve been tagged* to write about five food memories from my childhood, and frankly, I can’t resist....
“…days that are the good flesh continuing”...on through to dessert

“…days that are the good flesh continuing”...on through to dessert

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:58 PM , have 0 comments
I am firmly of the belief that a meal has not officially ended until one has eaten something sweet. I’m not the alone, certainly, in holding...
"...days that are the good flesh continuing."

"...days that are the good flesh continuing."

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 6:31 PM , have 0 comments
Seattle may spend eight months out of twelve under cloudy skies, but come summer, it puts on its sunscreen and pulls out all the stops. Ther...
On experimentation, and an unexpected ice cream float

On experimentation, and an unexpected ice cream float

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 12:48 PM , have 0 comments
Experimentation is not my strong suit. On the one hand, this means that I’m every D.A.R.E. mom’s dream child, but when it comes to the kitch...
On picking, prattling on, and preserving

On picking, prattling on, and preserving

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 10:42 PM , have 0 comments
“Forget our walk; I’ve got a better idea,” Kate announced with a little squeal. “There are blackberries everywhere. Why don’t you come over ...
Cue the clafoutis

Cue the clafoutis

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:24 PM , have 0 comments
Summer sneaks up on us. It tiptoes in with the first 5:30 sunrise sometime in late spring, and it lies in wait with the green tomatoes, scra...
Better living through slow-roasting

Better living through slow-roasting

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 8:01 PM , have 0 comments
The word “happiness” has many definitions, but I’m quite convinced that if you looked it up in one of those nifty visual dictionaries, what ...
Trofie al pesto, with drama and a departure

Trofie al pesto, with drama and a departure

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 6:25 PM , have 0 comments
I may be a crybaby, complete with a mortal fear of needles and a dread of loud noises, but I’m nobody’s drama queen. I like to think of myse...
Orangette turns one

Orangette turns one

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 11:11 AM , have 0 comments
It all started a year ago today. I tiptoed out onto a big, black screen and tossed up a few tentative words, and 365 days, 121 posts, 1 digi...
On reliables, rituals, and a warm corn salad

On reliables, rituals, and a warm corn salad

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 10:07 PM , have 0 comments
For the restless kitchen-dweller or market maven, a calendar is redundant: we tell time by flora and fauna. Each season has its reliables, i...
On a misunderstood mousse and the girl who loved it anyway

On a misunderstood mousse and the girl who loved it anyway

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:36 PM , have 0 comments
For a good number of her formative years, my friend Jennifer was constitutionally incapable of following a recipe. It wasn’t an issue of wil...
San Francisco: no famine in sight

San Francisco: no famine in sight

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 5:09 PM , have 0 comments
I’m no jet-setter, but when it comes to planes, trains, and automobiles, I generally aim for the first, funds permitting. For someone who li...
9 am Sunday: oatmeal ups the ante

9 am Sunday: oatmeal ups the ante

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 11:36 PM , have 0 comments
I accepted the challenge, and I conquered: I cooked breakfast for Jimmy, the reigning king of Sunday mornings, and dear reader, he asked for...
On Independence Day, and the tyranny of bad tortillas

On Independence Day, and the tyranny of bad tortillas

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 10:16 PM , have 0 comments
The Fourth of July is, no question, pretty exciting. There are the parades, the loudly flapping flags, and the burgers that dribble down the...
Suited for each other: rhubarb meringue tart

Suited for each other: rhubarb meringue tart

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 10:34 PM , have 0 comments
I am not, by nature, wildly energetic. I’m far from slothful—give or take a few semantic quibbles, of course—but I’ve never been one to wake...
10 days, tightly packed

10 days, tightly packed

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 5:12 PM , have 0 comments
So, the cat’s out of the bag. While you weren’t looking, I snuck off to New York with homemade muffins, the requisite amount of love-struck ...
Introducing: a wonderfully food-obsessed New Yorker, and his orange-nutmeg muffins

Introducing: a wonderfully food-obsessed New Yorker, and his orange-nutmeg muffins

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:44 PM , have 0 comments
In recent months, I’ve spent a lot of time gushing about Seattle. I don’t plan to stop anytime soon, but I should confess that when it comes...
Tagged: talking cookbooks

Tagged: talking cookbooks

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:30 PM , have 0 comments
I’ve never been much of a joiner, but when it comes to talking cookbooks, no arm-twisting is necessary. And anyway, I’ve been tagged—not onc...
She cooks, she tells yet again

She cooks, she tells yet again

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 8:06 AM , have 0 comments
Over at Saucy, the June installment of Cook and Tell is ready and waiting, titled “Larb at First Sight.”* This month I revisit a not-so-spec...
Drawn-out days and noodle nights

Drawn-out days and noodle nights

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 10:49 PM , have 0 comments
Though the topic has already been amply covered by countless wistful love ballads, I’d like to bring something to your attention: the loveli...
9 am Sunday: chocolate, chocolate, and chocolate

9 am Sunday: chocolate, chocolate, and chocolate

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:04 PM , have 0 comments
Jimmy springs eternal.Just when it had started to seem as though we’d exhausted all conceivable possibilities for fatty, sugary breakfasts, ...
On fame, funk, and fish sauce

On fame, funk, and fish sauce

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 10:42 PM , have 0 comments
It seems as though every food—almonds to zabaglione, frumpy to fancy—has its fifteen minutes of fame. Yesterday’s coffee is today’s tea; sus...
Rhubarb: better late than never, and right on time

Rhubarb: better late than never, and right on time

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 8:54 PM , have 0 comments
I’ve been horribly distracted.Between radishes and fennel, beets and blueberries—not to mention the gaping black hole that was my thesis, wh...
Little family, large appetite

Little family, large appetite

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 6:18 PM , have 0 comments
I come from a very little family.My mother Toni and her identical twin sister Tina measure a mere five feet tall in their (very small) stock...
On rewards and radishes

On rewards and radishes

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 11:38 PM , have 0 comments
I’m a loyal fan of the carrot-and-stick approach. No matter what the task—a thesis to be written, say, or a shower to be scrubbed, another i...
She cooks, she tells some more

She cooks, she tells some more

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 1:16 PM , have 0 comments
Over at Saucy, the third installment of “Cook and Tell” awaits. This month is the breakfast edition, titled “The Early Bird Catches the Woo....
9 am Sunday: cream and creamier

9 am Sunday: cream and creamier

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 1:06 PM , have 0 comments
We’ve all been wondering when it would happen. Sure, I may have traveled unscathed down a path slippery with butter, and by an astounding st...
On springtime, with a beet-feta tart

On springtime, with a beet-feta tart

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 12:23 PM , have 0 comments
I have a confession to make.I have a dark, dirty, now-not-so-secret fascination with the “missed connections” listings on craigslist. It’s n...
When Paris came to Seattle, or on carrot-fennel soup

When Paris came to Seattle, or on carrot-fennel soup

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 11:47 AM , have 0 comments
Some days, everything just falls into place. Seattle has been sunny and warm and at least temporarily spring-like; I managed to twist and ca...
Sugar High Friday, or Long-Distance Ginger-Molasses Cookies for Kate

Sugar High Friday, or Long-Distance Ginger-Molasses Cookies for Kate

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 10:17 AM , have 0 comments
More often than not, Orangette is just a fancy cover for what might be more appropriately titled “The Molly-and-Her-Friends Show,” or “What ...
9 am Sunday: bubbling oil and beignets

9 am Sunday: bubbling oil and beignets

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 12:16 PM , have 0 comments
After a few weeks’ hiatus, it’s high time that I recommitted myself to what has clearly become the celestial purpose of Orangette: making Ji...
On sharing and sugar, with a lot of banana cake

On sharing and sugar, with a lot of banana cake

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:51 PM , have 0 comments
Like so many others who love the warmth of the stove, I once thought that I wanted to be a chef. One of my half-brothers had gone to cooking...
She cooks, she tells again

She cooks, she tells again

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 8:23 AM , have 0 comments
Over at Saucy, the second installment of “Cook and Tell” is up and available for consumption, titled “Have Your Beefcake and Eat With Him To...
For a French-toast master on his 76th

For a French-toast master on his 76th

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 12:34 PM , have 0 comments
My father loved to play in the kitchen. For him, relaxing after a long day of patients and paperwork meant pouring a Scotch and taking up re...
Feel-good FareStart

Feel-good FareStart

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 1:50 PM , have 0 comments
Back in September—a lifetime ago in blog years, it seems—I wrote about a Seattle nonprofit called FareStart and its weekly Guest Chef Nights...
On routine, with tears, taste buds, and chickpea-tomato soup

On routine, with tears, taste buds, and chickpea-tomato soup

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 4:24 PM , have 0 comments
Alright, I admit it: I’m kind of boring.I love routine. I’ve never been good at change—which is to say that I’m actually rather bad at it. M...
Love letter with animosity and asparagus

Love letter with animosity and asparagus

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 3:09 PM , have 0 comments
Dearest Seattle,Every now and then you’re really spectacular. It’s usually something small and subtle and a little gritty, something I would...
Unreasonable amounts of everything, and pea soup

Unreasonable amounts of everything, and pea soup

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:44 PM , have 0 comments
When one of your (half-)brothers is a restaurateur, paying him a visit means consuming quite a bit of good food. When one of your (half-)bro...
The sweet and the sour

The sweet and the sour

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 11:20 AM , have 0 comments
“Will you bring dessert?”Now that is one of my favorite questions to be asked. It’s right up there with “Can I kiss you?” and “You’re from O...
Praise for the pig

Praise for the pig

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 12:30 AM , have 0 comments
Here in Seattle, something is going on. Sunlight is pouring in through my bedroom window at an obscenely early hour (sunrise: 6:05 am), daff...
9 am Sunday: sugar and shortbread

9 am Sunday: sugar and shortbread

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 1:04 PM , have 0 comments
When my former employer Rebecca and her gay husband Jimmy promised another buttery breakfast, they meant business.As I learned in the Dutch ...
My mother and eggs, à la française

My mother and eggs, à la française

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 6:52 PM , have 0 comments
My mother loves Paris. This should not surprise you; after all, I’ve already made it clear that she is a genius.She speaks nary a word of Fr...
She cooks, she tells

She cooks, she tells

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 7:27 PM , have 0 comments
Dear reader, exciting things are afoot, and it's not just that I've baked two loaves of bread, a deadly chocolate cake, a buttermilk...
On social theory, theses, and drastic measures involving cookies

On social theory, theses, and drastic measures involving cookies

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 8:18 PM , have 0 comments
It’s that time again. Behold a reprise of geekiness.I’m a sucker for social theory. Really, there's nothing sexier than the name “Michel...
On heresy and bouchons au thon

On heresy and bouchons au thon

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 10:16 PM , have 0 comments
My French host mother was tall, trim, and proper, with a sing-song voice and a name that skipped and chimed and rang off the tongue. She mov...
“No better life than the good life”

“No better life than the good life”

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 12:40 PM , have 0 comments
It was a birthday celebration Nicho-style, with a rousing hike among towering trees, plenty of guffawing, an afternoon rest in a sunny hammo...
9 am Sunday: butter and babies

9 am Sunday: butter and babies

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 4:44 PM , have 0 comments
One night last week—after five glasses of wine, a deep-fried breaded soft-boiled egg, and a Freudian slip about a man who once fed me a meal...
The bread-baking frenzy

The bread-baking frenzy

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 5:38 PM , have 0 comments
Dear reader, I’ve been wielding the tools of anthropology haphazardly again.Lately I’ve noticed that every time I cross paths with women of ...
Pâte brisée for a pillow

Pâte brisée for a pillow

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 6:32 PM , have 0 comments
I know it’s been said about all sorts of things, but this is the stuff that dreams are made of. I mean it.Our recent discussion of eating, s...
The simple and the unsexy

The simple and the unsexy

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 6:19 PM , have 0 comments
After a weekend of cream puffs, a girl’s got to take a breather.Moderation is horribly unglamorous, I know. But, dear reader, I also know th...
Bagnette, breasts, and an excuse to eat pink whipped cream

Bagnette, breasts, and an excuse to eat pink whipped cream

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 4:17 PM , have 0 comments
“My dowry has just increased exponentially,” Kate announced, smirking audibly into the receiver. “I made cream puffs!”I could hear Kate'...
A man who knows meatballs

A man who knows meatballs

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 6:21 PM , have 0 comments
My friend Doron might lust for a more well-endowed kitchen, but he can make a mean meatball.I should have guessed as much. After all, last s...
Eating, sleeping, breathing

Eating, sleeping, breathing

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 8:28 PM , have 0 comments
This is getting serious.Last week my friend Doron e-mailed to tell me about a dream he’d had in which he’d gone into a store and picked up “...
An interlude, or what I listen to when eating orangettes

An interlude, or what I listen to when eating orangettes

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 4:01 PM , have 0 comments
It’s been making the rounds, and thanks to fellow Seattlite Megan of iheartbacon, it’s come to Orangette: the “music in my kitchen” survey. ...
On Spandex, a mother’s genius, and whole wheat bread

On Spandex, a mother’s genius, and whole wheat bread

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 11:01 PM , have 0 comments
Sometime in the early 1980s, my mother discovered exercise.First there was aerobics, with its perky wardrobe of pastel tights and leotards w...
(Re)learning Chinese

(Re)learning Chinese

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:09 PM , have 0 comments
I’ve never been a fan of Chinese food, or at least not the stuff that generally goes by that name in the U.S. When I was little, my family o...
Two holy trinities, failure, and the gratin that saved the date

Two holy trinities, failure, and the gratin that saved the date

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 10:10 PM , have 0 comments
It’s been a long, mundane week. By day, I poke and prod at other people's punctuation. I cross items off the list. I fall asleep on the ...
Odysseus and the macaroons

Odysseus and the macaroons

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:04 AM , have 0 comments
I’m generally very well-behaved, of a willpower that knows few equals. I can bake a whole mess of very treacherous and tempting stuff, stash...
The city of intrepid palates

The city of intrepid palates

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 9:38 PM , have 0 comments
Intensive training in anthropology and ethnographic methods has taught me the delicate art of participant observation, and, because it’s a s...
On industry, indolence, and Italian vegetable soup

On industry, indolence, and Italian vegetable soup

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 1:40 PM , have 0 comments
Every now and then, something comes over me, and I produce. With no real hunger or purpose, I make, say, three mini-loaves of fancy banana b...
Outline of a Theory of Cabbage

Outline of a Theory of Cabbage

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 11:04 PM , have 0 comments
Be warned: I’m baring my geek stripes. If you’re of weak constitution, please avert your eyes.Since our lengthy discussion of soufflé, I’ve ...
On soufflé and trepidation

On soufflé and trepidation

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 7:03 PM , have 0 comments
In this world, there are plenty of things to be afraid of, but soufflé is not one of them. We know all too well the horror of a natural disa...
Sugar High Friday #4, or how I got my hands on a pain de Gênes

Sugar High Friday #4, or how I got my hands on a pain de Gênes

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 8:24 AM , have 0 comments
It was a circuitous route that brought me to le pain de Gênes, the sunny yellow French cake rich with butter, eggs, and almond paste, and...
Feeding a cold: chicken stew and oliebollen

Feeding a cold: chicken stew and oliebollen

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 5:31 PM , have 0 comments
Since Christmas morning, I’ve been nursing a mild but persistent cold, the sort of thing that manifests itself in unladylike snorts every fe...
2005: The first meal and a trend predicted

2005: The first meal and a trend predicted

by OTHMAN OMER OTHMAN ALAMODI , at 4:57 PM , have 0 comments
Two thousand five has officially arrived, bearing hip-shakin’ hip-hop, sparkly lights for the Space Needle, an unwelcome nuzzle, and tater t...
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