Kabob with my Baba, my KaBoba.

i got back to dc on friday and had dinner with my dad at an iranian restaurant. i had been in VA for a week before i went up to nyc, but i had been house sitting, so my parents had not felt the need to feed me. well, that's not true. but there had not been any kabob during this trip. my dad and i ate at a local restaurant that has been in the same location, close to tysons since as far back as i can remember. it's called shamshiry and it's located on the first floor of an office building, behind some car dealerships.



it's nice to eat meals with family. my dad and i joked about what all the white people thought about me taking so many pictures of my food, as if i had never even seen a grain of basmati rice. i had kubideh, which i've been told before looks like a turd. but that is rude and it is delicious. also, when i was younger i was taught to take a raw egg yolk and drop it on my buttery rice and mix it up. we stopped doing this long ago, but the egg was on the menu, and i was nostalgic, so i got it. there was so much butter on the rice anyway, i couldnt really tell the difference with the egg.

my dad and i saved our leftovers and made plans to eat them the next day for lunch. that was to be my send off lunch.

standard tap in philly

i got to philly just before 3 pm on thursday the 29 of march. my friend janelle was at work so i set off to see the city. i had lived with a women back in 1999 who i had lost touch with, no email or phone number and no people in between who might be able to help. i spent most of the day trying to find her and i was successful! yay!

when i finally met up with janelle and jorge they had just gotten home from work and school, respectively. janelle made a plate of cheese for us to munch on that was delicious. she had learned this little goat cheese recipe from maryam, the one who nibbled food in nyc the evening prior. it was little goat cheese balls, rolled around in a curry powder, with a pomegranete pasted drizzled over it. it was delicious. i love cheese. i also love janelle and everything she does. she makes everything look very nice.


we walked to a neighborhood restaurant where i forgot to take pictures. i'm not so good at this i suppose. i was pretty full on cheese so i just had a spinach salad and a bowl of potato leek soup. i love spinach salad. it was really nice to catch up with jorge and janelle. it had been a long time since i had hung out with them. the point in these posts is that i really enjoy sharing a meal with people because, i don't know, it's comforting or something. whatever. i love philly.


i took this one after our plates had been cleared and i realized that i had forgotten to take any other pictures. guess all we've got now are the memories. duh.

fried chicken in nyc

am i supposed to think up more interesting titles?

i got to nyc on tuesday, march 27. we went out eat at a little mexican restaurant where i ate chicken flautas, but my blog does not start on this occasion.

i spent wednesday with my friend, ezra and as all the new york workerbots got off work we decided to go grocery shopping in that giant natural food store based out of the city of my current residence, the location in union square.

people in nyc will run you over. i'm talking about pedestrians, they will plow into you. i hate this. i like sweet people. i like the south.

so we spent some frazzled time trying to figure out what we were going to eat. the plan was fried chicken, but then we switched it to falafel and then back to fried chicken. i get really stressed out in grocery stores and can never think of what i need. so. we finally picked up some things and went back to hey's house.

the diners included hey, andrew, ezra, and me. also, maryam showed up, but she claimed to have eaten and just nibbled at our leftovers. andrew started off the meal by making a baked brie with jelly. yum! and a tray of vegetals. i made fried chicken, roast garlic mashed taters, spinach, strawberry and pepito salad, and fried chicken. for dessert we had blueberry pie a la mode. we were going to make the pie from scratch but knew that after eating no one would care enough about pie to be rolling out crust and $10 of blueberries would go to waste. so we bought a frozen pie. i don't like mushy fruit much.

i wanted blueberry pie only because when i was in maine this past fall we had it at a group dinner. it was fresh and delicious. this pie was eh.

the whole dinner was overshadowed by the fact that we thought hey's roomate was dead in his room. no one had spoken with him all day and his door was locked and all his shoes present in the hall. we spent the bulk of the evening whispering about how many shoes he had and places he could be and the money he owed on taxes.