Category Archives: Gastronomy

We clearly show a great preference to cooking with alcohol over our second favorite drug, caffiene, and its carrier, coffee. This is a perplexing fact because we imbibe coffee over beer in overly unfair ratios. We drink coffee all day … Continue reading →

Lodged somewhere deep in our pink fleshy cavities sit the remnants of our holiday partying: sugar, stuffing, gravy, fresh truffles, chocolates bobbing in a sea of buttered rum, and a regretful amount of palm-oil-agave frosting from a batch of pumpkin … Continue reading →

So what are you doing for the Holidaze? Visiting the ‘rents? Cooking for your own family of Urban-Orphans? Party hopping from an ugly sweater face-off to some wicked Nogathon before you hit an awkward secret Santa swap-meet? Don’t fret pets: … Continue reading →

You’re sick again? Us too! We’re pretty sure it’s an avian death bug, which the science blogs tell us has been carried from birds to humans through ferrets. We feed colds and we feed the flu, doctors can go fuck … Continue reading →

We’re no strangers to the 6-hour Thanksgiving dinner, as you know from our digestive musings from year to year. But this fall we’re answering the cries of those less fortunate who either have to work on Thanksgiving, or sit behind … Continue reading →

Our ‘Grapevine Dolma’ recipe started as a salad special we once whipped up before dinner service; it became a slightly weird blog post recipe; it morphed into a different book recipe – and it continues to evolve still (we badly … Continue reading →

Our birth canal is 7 x 9 inches wider and our book “Salad Daze” is born! It’s wiggly, a little greasy, and absolutely beautiful. Why make a book when we can blog? This is a tactile, physical, near-perfect object we … Continue reading →

This little rainbow of roots was scented with our proprietary vadauvan — a heady combo of a ton of aromatics and a ton of spices. As we type, we are screaming our way back from an awesome interview on “Good … Continue reading →

A little while ago, Alex went through a phase that Evan couldn’t understand. Every time he’d come over around a meal time it seemed Alex was at the stove boiling a pot of white rice. “Want some”? he’d offer, reaching … Continue reading →

Above, behold a sweet and condensed version of how we blazed for Fourth of July. East L.A. taco gutter-style. (Thanks Ian!) That’s chapter one. Now skip ahead. This Sunday we are hickory-smoking, deep-batter-crispety-crunchety-frying, and saucing the ever loving shit out … Continue reading →