Hm. I’ve really got to get more creative with my titles, huh? I know. Anyway, this post comes at a good time for me. My spring semester has just ended leaving summer and my master’s paper stretching before me. In four days, I move back home to beautiful California, visit Washington, DC for a few days, and then go camping. The rest of this week, I’ll be out and about (and eating, of course) in Boston.
However, I couldn’t post at all and not mention my trip to New York. After all, it’s the most interesting culinary spectacle I’ve had since I moved to Boston, my kitchen not really conducive to gourmet meals (except maybe that polenta lasagna, mmm). Really, it was a trip about meat. A lot of people have an ambiguous relationship with meat, but for the most part, I do not.
I think meaty, salty things are just delicious, and knowing that you can get anything you want in New York, I set out to experience as many types of cuisine as I could get my hands on while there. I wasn’t as successful as I would have liked, but I got my hands on: gorgeous, thick slices of lox, my first chopped liver ever, fresh gefilte fish, chopped herring, goat meat, tripe, and authentic Roumanian pastrami. Some of these were delicious, some I could do without.