During the punishing Austin heat last summer I was fortunate enough to have a taco cart near my bus stop that sold handmade paletas for a buck each. I would arrive at the bus stop fifteen minutes before the 338 arrived with two bucks in my hand. One buck for the bus, and another to
Category: Food Frakker
MT Supermarket Finds
No trip up north to the MT Asian supermarket is without some random purchase of stuff that I have no need of, yet I get anyways. For instance, I got myself some dried red jujubes. I bought them because I thought they would taste like dried cranberry, or at worst, dried crabapple. The actual result
Contigo Austin – Rabbits and Fries
Review of the rabbit stew and french fries at East Austin’s Contigo Restaurant.
Food Frakker: Gator
Frozen alligator used in cajun recipe. Many bones and limbs.
A brief wrap up of the pork bellies and pork skins that have found their way under my skin and into my belly.
I’ve bought mukhwas before. There’s a bag of colorful sugar-coated anise in my drawer at work, for those occasions when I want to make certain that my breath smells particularly interesting. I’d heard that Indian cuisine used edible silver as a food additive and a decoration, but pricing considerations had prevented me from exploring the
A Heaping Bowl of Jewfish
I’ll admit, at first I felt a little embarrassed about eating something called jewfish. So I bought this, on the strength of the name, and then it sat in my freezer for months. But the day finally came when I had nothing else to eat. So I fixed the jewfish with your general sort of
Meditating on Rambutan
In a basket on a shelf in a discrete corner of the produce section of the local organic grocer, one finds the rambutan. You think to yourself, this looks interesting. It’s red and spiny. It has that particularly tropical look to it that seems so out of place in an American supermarket. You want to
Taco cart near my bus stop
This is a food frakker post, but really, it’s also another in the series of “things along my commute.” I really wish this taco cart was open when I got off the bus in the morning. It advertises breakfast tacos, but if it’s not open at 9am, then I’m not sure what sort of breakfast
Mysterious Gummy Cereal Thing
One of my more inexplicable personality traits is that I like to buy things that have only Korean writing on them. This wouldn’t be a problem, except that I don’t read Korean. Take for instance this package that I bought out of the refrigerator section. At the time I had no idea what it was.