Cooking is my coping skill

Like you, Hungyphil has many dimensions and manifestations: Wobblyogi and now Angstytherapist. This blog started as a way to retain and share food experiences, it grew to add yoga and mindfulness, and now counseling and therapy. Like the Very Hungry Caterpillar, Hungry Philosopher is munching away at life one leaf at a time. Not sure…

Sway, Sweat and Sip in Costa Rica

Think back to memories where you were so immersed in the experience that either you couldn’t or wouldn’t stop to take a picture. For this reason, cherished memories of my recent trip to Costa Rica doesn’t make for a good social media post. For my own sake, I’ll try my best to share and reflect…

Chef Alain Passard and l’Arpege Experience

How do I justify spending a small fortune for one evening?  Was the experience worth possibly hundreds of rescued books (my currency)? Yes. Yes, it was. Thankfully. Particularly when one takes into account the imaginative time of anticipation and the echoed time of appreciation. Our June 22nd dinner at l’Arpege began at least nine months…

5 Food Lessons from Paris in June

Despite the sin of blogging an event weeks later, here I am. To me, my summer travels are still fresh and worth reliving, even if just to extend the trip a bit longer. Here are five lessons I learned. 1. Pastries, desserts, macarons are experiences of contradiction. Light and airy yet decadent and buttery. Sweets…

Mario Batali on Creative Discipline

I love to cook. LOVE to eat. Love to watch and read anything related to cooking and eating. I watched Food Network grow up along with my daughter born in 1995. My love of cooking and my children are so interwoven that I can’t help but think of one without the other. Conventional wisdom tells…

First World Food Warning: Taco trucks at every corner

Usually, I post benign, seemingly non-political musings about food as social glue. I know this is old news but I’m fascinated by a perceived immigrant threat represented through food. In this case, the threat that increased latin immigration in the U.S will result in food trucks at every street corner turned into a joke, as most…

Food Poem – Canning by Joyce Sutphen

The last string of words, “packing a glass suitcase for the winter,” make me smile. Enjoy. It’s what she does and what her mother did. It’s what I’d do if I were anything like her mother’s mother—or if the times demanded that I work in my garden, planting rows of beans and carrots, weeding the…

L.E.S Eats Continued …

The Meatball Shop I had soft fluffy chicken meatballs in classic marinara over creamy polenta. Hearty and refreshing at the same time. The vegetable meatball slider had an earthy mushroom flavor. Small place, great service. The homemade ice cream sandwich was well worth it. The mint ice cream center tasted of actual mint…not artificial mint…