Anniversaries remind you of how time warps–another year has gone by but it seems like just a moment ago that M and I locked eyes when we first spotted each other on the street. After a date over bad lemonade, we’ve been together since.
I’ve lived in New York for many years, yet I’ve managed never to have taken a bite of one of those heavily frosted Black and White Cookies available in every deli in Manhattan. (The Black part is actually chocolate.) If you ever saw one of those cellophane-wrapped discs, you’d avoid them, too.
As mentioned in last week’s post, I’m re-touring my favorite flavors and/or ingredients one by one from our Asia trip to prolong our sensory vacation. An ingredient high on the list is black sesame, which has much deeper flavor and aroma than its paler relatives.
I have many fond memories of family rituals, most of which involved food, to no surprise—the Sunday congee brunch, weeknight dinners at home that ran like clockwork one dish after another, weekend afternoon tea and shopping with my grandmother, among others.
I adore sushi and all the food that Japan has to offer. Besides dining out in Japanese restaurants, I’m always eager to cook up something at home. Part of the fun is shopping at a Japanese market: in my case, Sunrise Mart in the East Village. Though not a big store, it’s packed with everything […]
Hungry Rabbit is a food journal written by Ken, who lives in food-centric New York. Desserts are the main focus, and he also shares his passion for all things food-related: inspirations, surprises, and everyday discoveries.