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For a Pizza That’s Nothing to Cluck At: “Noble Kitchen and Cocktails”

If an average picture is worth a thousand words, than how many does one that makes you drool, accrue? In this age of constant social media, I feel like that phrase needs to be updated. Perhaps it should be “a proper foodie Instagram is worth the effort to track down that meal”. Sure it doesn’t roll right off the tongue but the sentiment behind it is certainly true. After a few short clicks, I had once again expanded my to do list.  My favorite food group of all time is pizza. Pizza is now trendy. You will see it as a design on many t-shirts and other paraphernalia. In fact, the picture above is of a sign I found in a card store. I was very tempted to buy it but I have to practice setting some boundaries.  I see pickles are headed towards this same upward trend now as well.  But back to pizza. I love it and yes I believe it loves me right back. It can do no wrong in my eyes and even the slices I have tried and ate without satisfaction a la the infamous Lucali’s ( htt

For Find Out Friday - What Junction Are You From?

When I first started this series ( ) the main purpose was to seek out the meanings behind everyday occurrences in my life as well as within our cultural norms. Only recently it dawned on me that I don’t know the meaning behind a commonly used term to describe my neighborhood. That term would be “The Junction”. As I drove around the other day I noticed a sign that actually displayed this name. One that was appropriately all decked out for the holidays.  Naturally I had to do my research.  I am born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. Flatbush, more specifically. Both terms are words derived from the Dutch colonists who settled this territory back in 1651. “The Junction” is the term used to describe the area that connects three of the largest avenues in Brooklyn: Flatbush Avenue, Nostrand Avenue, and Avenue H. This intersection is known as the gateway to the southern and eastern parts of the borough. Like any good intersection it is also known f

For the Cheesiest, Sauciest, Pop-Up Exhibit Ever to Hit Brooklyn: “Museum of Pizza”

I love pizza. I love #pizzaFridays even more.  Thus, the perfect place to spend one was at this pop-up exhibit in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.  As the Museum of Pizza exclaims on it’s website:  “Like a best friend, pizza is fun, reliable, consistent, flexible and unselfish. Always here for us when we’re hungry, happy, hurried or hungover. Pizza does not judge; it is always for the people, by the people - and that’s why we love it.” I couldn’t agree more.  Pizza is the perfect snack or gourmet food. I have made a career out of keeping track of the shops I want to visit and reviewing the ones I have already been to. Most recently that included the chicken parm pizza from Noble Kitchen, for which you can read all about in my next post.  Your entry into these exhibits begins by walking through a room filled with pizza boxes from all around the world. They are part of the Guinness World Record collection accumulated by industry expert Scott Wiene

For Find Out Friday - What is This Supposed “Friendship” I Have With Buttermilk?

I like cooking, even baking, and especially during the holidays. I pride myself on always being prepared and taking the time to double check what I need so that when the time comes to do the dirty work I have nothing to stress out about. So when that plan devolves, under no fault of my own, I feel full of rage.  TWICE within the last month I have stocked up on buttermilk and TWICE it has gone bad right after opening it. The expiration date was still good both times and both times I only used about a cup. In case you are unfamiliar with this substance, buttermilk is the cream that remains after butter has been churned. When making Mac n cheese, my infamous stuffing muffins, cornbread, or something I think could benefit from a tangy flavor, I add buttermilk. That is if it isn’t rotten by the time I get to it.  But the BIGGEST gripe of mine when it comes to buttermilk is that I only ever see one brand in any store I go in, and only comes in one size available.  It driv

For Finally Solving of the Mystery of Who Is Buried In Grant’s Tomb: “General Grant National Memorial”

I will never understood the question, nor will it ever cease to amuse me; “Who is buried in Grant’s tomb?”  Why is this even a thing?  I know this sounds more like a topic for Find Out Friday, but I have instead turned in into a piece of investigative journalism.  After having it on my to do list for some time ( ), I finally decided to visit the old boy and find out the answer to this age old question. And yes also to appease my UF, who is the first and only person that ever asked me. General Ulysses S. Grant was our nation’s eighteenth president who served two terms presiding as our leader from 1869 to 1877. He was laid to rest in New York City in Riverside Park, one hundred and fifty feet from the street level.  As per his only request he is buried beside his bride, Julia Dent Grant, who died in 1902, seventeen years after the former president did as a result of throat cancer.  After leaving the presidency the couple to