Samin Nosrat, Phil Rosenthal, and the Spirit of Eating with No Reservations
Do we hold the specialness of each meal at the core of our travel? Or is a meal that happens during a vacation a shadow of the memories it serves to create?
On the Road
Eat, Pray, Love
I’ll Have What Phil’s Having, Everybody Loves Raymond
Here is a man who labors in the heat and sweat and he flushes and curls his biceps and seems for all the world as if he loves his mother and yes, ladies, he could hurl a fifty pound bag of flour from one end of the room to the other with little more effort than it takes to be seated at brunch
I’ll Have What Phil’s Having:
Everybody Loves Raymond,
No ReservationsMan v. Food, delightSomebody Feed Phil
Salt Fat Acid Heat
Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat of course, why did I never think about food this way before?but if I was supposed to think about food this way, why didn’t all these experts ever bother to say so?
Salt Fat Acid Heat
strictlyreally fucking knows
Man vs. Food
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