One of Food Biker’s goals is to shed light on what we all have in common by showcasing the amazing variety of food available right here at home in the good old US of A. And while there are occasionally “food politics” that crop up in the comments and posts, sitting down at a table together and talking over a meal can really help us remember that we are all part of the same crazy stew we call the United States of America–not just red state corn dog lovers or blue state heirloom tomato growers. (Given the chance, just so you know, I happily eat both corn dogs and heirloom tomatoes as my culinary cravings transcend...
From Sandy Land to Candy Land
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Happy Halloween, everyone. Somehow it feels that anything I post today may seem frivolous, knowing full-well that millions of people have been affected by Hurricane Sandy. While I live in Boston, I’m still a New Yorker at heart. I was born there, grew up there, and it breaks my heart to see such extensive damage in New York and the greater tri-state area. My heart goes out to everyone dealing with the devastation. So maybe, in my own small way, I can entertain you for a few moments. Today is Halloween. And Halloween means candy. I did not grow up in a world where candy was just laying around. If I happened to be lucky, my grandmother...
V is for Vermouth
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What do you have when it’s 10am and you’re out of dry vermouth? No, not a drinking problem……a cooking problem! You see, dry vermouth isn’t just for making a Martini or a Gibson. It’s your secret cooking weapon: A magical elixir that turns a boring chicken...
The Roots of My Ride...
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When I think about my roots and where I come from, it helps me figure out where I’m going. With regard to my my love of fast rides and good food on a hot summer night, I get that from my Dad. Growing up, my Dad always had a hot new ride, but the one I remember the most was a white,...
Solve for X
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When I went to culinary school, I began to learn how to think and deduce like a chef. Back in medical school, I began to learn how to think and deduce like a physician. When I studied mathematics in grade school, little did I know that I was learning both the arts of problem solving and...
Happy Feet – P...
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After Part I of “Happy Feet,” you’re still probably on the fence about even looking at buying a pair of clogs. No, I’m not going to push them on you, as they’re not for everybody. However, I will say that if you don’t treat your feet to a pair,...
Happy Feet – P...
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If you know me well, you may have noticed at one time or another that I usually lounge around in a comfy pair of chef’s clogs. Perhaps you think, “He is wearing clogs. Why? Is he going to perform a traditional Dutch folk-dance? I don’t think he’s Dutch….maybe he...
Man in Motion: The S...
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One of the coolest things about riding a motorcycle is that it involves literally sitting on top of a bunch of dangerously fast-moving parts nestled behind a tank of flammable gasoline. (Most of the time, I try not to think about that whole “flammable” thing.) In stark...
Graeter’s Ice ...
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Your ice cream life is about to change, Food Biker fans. One of my dreams came true the other weekend, where I was out in Western Massachusetts at my folks place, and I went into the local Price Chopper supermarket to grab a few dinner ingredients for “arroz con...
Fake!
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Way back in medical school, I used to drink diet soda until it came out of my ears. I liked (and still do like) all sorts of fizzy drinks, and hated drinking water. After all, growing up in a doctor’s household, it was surely safe to drink, right? Never mind that saccharine (back...
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