
I love simple dinners like this, where a mere 3.50 gets you a creamy bowl of comfort food with a fresh slice of airy, homemade focaccia. I realized when I sat down that the soup had a rich dollop of sour cream in the middle and a few strips of fried onion garnish, just to make it that much more luxurious. I scraped the sides and licked my spoon clean. Mmm.
Apologies for the crappy Photobooth picture.
While I’m enjoying my hopefully scorching Thai food tonight, you can also plow through your own bowl of drunken noodles for a discount as part of Thai Restaurant Week.
Enjoy 10% at various Thai restaurants around Boston, including Spice in Harvard Square. Click here for the coupon and participating restaurants.
A better deal is to pick up on those Collegiate Coupon books (try the Harvard COOP) for the buy one entree, get one half off at Spice.

A stew of beef, bamboo shoots, and vermicelli noodles

whole fish, delicious

typical vegetable dish

the family feast
So one of my favorite things in the world is my mother’s cooking. I’ve grown up on a blessed repertoire of Chinese comfort foods like sticky rice cake and inventive stir fries. I’ve been spoiled with ribs and fried rice and homemade dumplings. The best (and probably only) part of going home to the suburbs is eating a mother-created feast, one of those wonderfully Chinese family-style spreads of 6-7 dishes for our small family, where the kitchen just keeps magically churning out dish after dish after dish. I’m never sure how she plans these meals or where her recipes come from, but I’m happy to be on the receiving end.
I had a really good bowl of potato leek soup at Crema Cafe today, too. I think I might post it to 3 Buck Bites. Then I took a picture of me with my spoon since I am trying to have clever food-related self portraits.


an anthem for intellectuals
I designed this tshirt for the fashion show (Identities) that I’m involved in. I first saw the phrase on some scenester’s livejournal subtitle, always a promising start, and through the years, have felt a strange kind of yen for the nonsensical, superficial promise of mascara and martinis that the words bring.
Culinary adventures recently that I didn’t bring a camera to:
– Making sushi with Martin Breslin, director of Harvard’s dining services (I actually can roll a decent maki!)
– A delicious vegan peanut curry pizza at my FAVORITE place ever, Veggie Planet
Adventures to come:
– Dinner with Ted Bestor and Michael Herzfeld, a Japan and Thai specialist respectively, at a Harvard Square Thai restaurant (for my food column)
– Dinner with Christina Liu of Boston Citysearch, plus possibly Lena Chen of Sex and the Ivy / Chicktionary.