Hope you all had a good — if dreary and somewhat wet — weekend! Things were busy, busy, busy around the she eats household as usual, with lots of Christmas shopping and, of course, eating to be done.
I made it to the brand-new H-E-B (yes, the 127,900-square-foot monstrosity on Bunker Hill) twice this weekend and grabbed a bunch of pretty sweet items, including some delicious red pepper hummus, fresh naan bread, really cheap sockeye salmon, a divine-looking organic tea sampler, a six-pack sampler of Real Ale, a beautiful bouquet that was only $10 (!!!), some organic veggies, a chunk of Plugra butter that was going for only $2 (!!!!!) and a loaf of English toasting bread for Richard.
To whit, I did a quick post on the new store for Eating Our Words, which you can read here:
Among the other posts from last week that you might have missed:
- Perry vs. Perry: The ridiculous saga of a Dallas restaurant that’s changing their name to avoid being confused with the Houston steakhouse chain.
- Update: Snot What You Thought: A follow-up to the Steaz green tea mystery from last week.
- 86’d at *17: Another executive chef’s departure from a once-promising restaurant leaves a bad taste in everyone’s mouths.
And in other blog news, Mike McGuff has a guest blogger this week who put together a list of local restaurants that are great for giving out-of-town guests a flavor of Houston (or just for treating yourself). The guest blogger is the current editor of Zagat and has written several editions of Houston Dining on the Cheap, so he knows his stuff. Go check it out!
…keeps the vultures at bay. What? It’s practically the same sentiment.
Busy day around the office means a short post for y’all. But here’s my most recent review on Houstonist of the newly-reopened Nori Sushi Bistro, which I’m…not a fan of. Yeah.
Houstonist Bites: Nori Sushi Bistro
In other news, we have few new Houston food bloggers on the scene! They’re on the blogroll over there to your right of course, but just so’s you’ll know who’s new and who’s decrepit (like me), here’s a few links for you:
M’s Culinary Experiments
Go show them some love, y’all. Peace!
Hope you’re all enjoying a happy Halloween so far!
We’re gearing up for a serious potluck lunch here at the office — tamales and empanadas are out in full force — so this afternoon should be filled with the sounds of overly-full moans and heavy sighs from people who’ve overindulged in the feast and are no longer as comfortable in their skintight flapper or pimp outfits as they were this morning. Thankfully, yours truly came prepared in a roomy Dynamo jersey and jeans. I plan ahead like that.
To celebrate the day, here’s a great article from one of my favorite websites, Serious Eats:
Halloween Recipes Roundup
The great thing about these recipes is that they’re perfect not only for Halloween, but for the rest of the year, too. Hellooooo, spiced pumpkin bisque! So enjoy those autumnal ingredients, crisp spices and yummy root vegetables while the cool weather lasts!
And as one last treat, can you guess the best and worst Halloween candy? Don’t worry if you can’t; MSN is there to be a spoilsport and try to convince you that everyone loves Tootsie Rolls and sticks of gum for Halloween! Don’t fall for it. You’ll be hated almost as much that woman at the end of the cul-de-sac who gives out toothbrushes and can’t figure out why her house always gets egged. Stick with Snickers tonight and you’ll be golden.
…et s’il fait, est-il bon?
That’s the question that one of my favorite bloggers, Croque Camille, has bravely attempted to answer in a recent post about French beers. An American ex-pat pastry chef living in France, Camille is living the dream while eating and drinking her way through the bounty of incredible foods and wines that France has to offer.
But I posed the question to her one day: are there any good French beers? It’s a reasonable question, as one always hears about French wine, but never French beer. Their neighbors all make fantastic beer — Belgium, Germany, even Italy — so why not France?
Camille and her husband purchased a few French microbrews and began their journey towards discovery. Their first beer, Etoile du Nord — a hoppy blonde that sounds terribly promising at first glance — is reviewed here: Worthwhile French Beers.
Does it live up to the standards set by French wine and cuisine? Find out for yourself…
The pizza vending machine saga is far from over. In fact, we have only begun to plumb the depths of machine-vended atrocities. Wallstreetfighter has additional information on the rise of the machines, and has captured one of these diabolical monsters on film:
New Levels of Culinary Repugnance
Just when you thought it was safe to go back into your office breakroom…
From The Root comes this interesting story about the health benefits of dark-colored food:
Black food is in. And we’re not talking about your grandmother’s fried chicken or Aunt Sadie’s peach cobbler. Instead, it seems that with food, the darker it is, the better it is for you.
Wait…what? Aside from the really awful “darker the berry, sweeter the juice” jokes that this begs, could that intro have been any more blatantly racist?
I guess since it’s written by a supposedly black author at a black website, it’s okay. Right? …not really.
Number One, fried chicken and peach cobbler are no more “black” foods than cornbread and catfish. Those foods are Southern foods, traditional Southern cuisine. Not “black” cuisine. Both blacks and whites in the South eat foods like grits, barbecue, sweet potato pie, okra, field peas and collard greens. Always have, always will. What a ridiculous idea that certain foods are “blacker” than others. Which leads me to…
Number Two, the insinuation that black folks only eat fried chicken or peach cobbler is offensive. Why not just throw watermelon and pink lemonade into the mix and further stereotype yourself? Even better, we can go back to old-timey advertisements like this:
Or some classic old Cream of Wheat ads:
While the rest of the article was interesting, that intro almost completely turned me off from reading it. Nothing like setting a group of people back fifty years or so. Well done, The Root.
Dining scene abuzz with new Olivia restaurant
This was the restaurant that Richard and I were supposed to enjoy during our visit to Austin this past weekend. Sadly, grownup life interferred and I was chained to Houston (and a long-postponed bathroom remodel) instead. Noelle and Cory — with whom we were supposed to dine that night — blogged about their trip to Olivia, which should make me happy that at least some friends were able to enjoy a fantastic time. I, however, remain totally wrapped in childish resentment and hatred for them and their fancy dinner.
Okay, so I’m not that terrible… But take a look at Noelle’s post on Olivia (and the pictures!!!) and tell me you’re not just an eensy bit jealous yourselves:
I would have stabbed each and every one of you to get at those lamb tongues. Also, are the drawings the most fabulous thing ever? Or what? And I love the “Age: 33” and “Age: 35” on both. Nice touches, guys. 🙂
And as if you needed one more reason to be jealous of them? They were on Trading Spaces a couple of years back and apparently got a pretty bad-ass couch out of the deal. Damn you, Noelle and Cory!