Posts Tagged ‘Drink’
In case you don’t already know, I walk on both sides of the tracks. As the wife of the Culinary King I have developed quite the distinguished and decadent pallet for all things rich, succulent and flavorful. Yes, please pour some white truffle oil on my pasta, and I will need some extra Tabasco sauce on my omelet. I’ll take wine with dinner. Oh, excuse me, I need both one red and one white. And yes, I savor the unrivaled and unsurpassed top notch “best beers in the world” that Joe has been sneaking into my juice these past six months, and have developed a liking for them. Well, wait a second. That last sentence, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. Sorry Joe, it’s going to take a little more work to convert me in that department… No offense.
And then, there is the other side. Yup, I was brought up on the other side of the tracks. My family’s food philosophy was PFNP, Purely For Nutritional Purposes, aka rabbit food. I enjoy going home to my roots to a kitchen filled with cottage cheese , kale and carrots. If I wake up in the middle of the night hungry, there is no cookie in the cupboard. There are carrots, and trust me, I am not going to grab that. [ Read the full article ] »
I can’t tell you how many times I have walked by the Weaver Street Market and thought to myself, “I wish there was a juice bar around here.” Finally, my wish was granted when several months ago I noticed a cool, funky bus parked across the street from Weaver St. with a sign saying Carrboro Raw, smoothies, juices, green drinks.
Having a bus in the area dedicated to juice has special meaning for me. Although I have gained an appreciation for my husband’s decadent pallet, at heart, I am actually a naturalist when it comes to food. I used to live in Manhattan, and one of my favorite parts of living there was that I could pick up a juice on every street corner. I came to rely on my shots of wheat grass or vegetable juice in between dance classes and dates for a boost of energy. [ Read the full article ] »