A meander around the world of my life (edible, mostly).

Sunday, September 25, 2005

And Stanford Begins

So... school starts again.

What does that mean? Kids, fun, foods, and more espresso than you can shake a Brazilian at. (Nothing against Brazilians, I just happened to have a Café do Brasil coffee bag hanging in my room.)

Unpacking goes slowly when you spread your stuff out over the entire Bay Area. Imagine picking up your boxes in storage, your life from the office, more stuff from your 2 apartments you had over the summer, and then some. I should probably be going to bed. And ending this post. Because tomorrow morning I'll look at it and say "holy crap that is boring."

Good night folks,

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The Million Dollar Sandwich

So. Remember that time in your life when you went to a really good deli and had a really good sandwich and just couldn't stop thinking about how frickin' good that sandwich was? Day after day? Month after month? Year after... year?

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Million Dollar Sandwich. (note: the kit wasn't really a million dollars, but it sure as hell felt like it).

And there you go.

It all began when I started working in June, when I mentioned Zingerman's to my co-worker John. And then his face lit up, and said "my brother went to Michigan! I've eaten at the deli in person!" And so began the 10 week long journey towards pastrami freedom. It started off as a joke: haha, who's ever going to pay a hundred dollars for a mail-order sandwich...

Well, we did.

And we had great fun in the process. Check out the pictures: the entire process from box opening to finished product.

That gives you an idea of what we went through: nearly 2 hours slaving away with one toaster oven, a loaf of pumpernickel rye, one and a half pounds of Niman Ranch pastrami, 8 ounces of Emmentaler cheese, some russian dressing, and coleslaw. Oh yeah, and the Magic Brownies for dessert. Yummmmmy.

A pound of pastrami a day protects the people from pudding,


Monday, September 12, 2005

Social Eating

For all of you regular readers out there (I know there's at least one of you, that one of you being me, Aron), I would like you all to know that I'm not ignoring you. Really, I'm not. I'm simply busy at home, living the life of a crazy kid who spends too much time perfecting the Cappuccino and eating pastrami sandwiches at Zingerman's deli.

In any case, I hope to have new pictures and tidbits uploaded soon. I am also on a mission to overthrow Chowhound with a great new piece of software. Can it be done? Of course. That site is the worst thing ever to navigate. Worst. Navigation. Ever. Will it be done by me? Possibly. In the next few months? Only time will tell. I wonder what I should call this radical new site... suggestions anyone?

Envision a place where food is the context of a new social network. Everyone knows the Facebook and Flickr revolutionized social networking for college students and photos, so why can't restaurants be the same way? Obviously, people love them. That's where we meet, where we eat, and where we greet.

So start a combo of a restaurant review site like Yelp or Zagat or jatbar (for those of you in the bay area), mix in a little Flickr, some Chowhound, and some good old-fashioned honest American foodie passion, and you have a new breed. Although, maybe I'm overcreating this thing. All I wanted in the beginning was a better Chowhound anyway.

My gelato brings all the girls to the yard,