The Shroom

Or, “You’re Tearing Me Apart, Lisa!” Butter. (What?  Oh.  You’re making a reference to a dumb movie?  Okay, cool.) Oh-my-god that movie’s so magnificently stupid. ANYWAY.  Those of you whom I have not yet alienated: hello!  By some stroke of fortune for me, and a stroke of misfortune for him, my roommate David’s brother wasContinue reading “The Shroom”

Naanakopita: Delicious Pockets of Cross-Cultural Blasphemy

The Whole Foods by my girlfriend’s apartment used to sell Sukhi’s Naanwiches, or at least, the kind she liked – the kind with spinach and potato and tofu.  She’d keep them in her fridge, and hurl one into the oven for dinner if the mood struck her.  I had one, once, and liked it.  IContinue reading “Naanakopita: Delicious Pockets of Cross-Cultural Blasphemy”