I’m calling this doughnut because that’s what the girl behind the bar at Tarallucci e Vino on Columbus and 83rd street said it was, but I am sure it has a resounding Italian name. It’s fried dough alright, and when I got it to go for breakfast I thought to myself, “it’s too big, I’ll save half for later. By the time I got to 81st street it was entirely gone.
Besides being pretty incredible (like magic), I love the karate move and the literary reference (“shake the Dickens out of it”).
Ice Cream in a Bag | Tasty Kitchen Blog.
I haven’t tried this (I have an ice cream maker and I don’t have any ice…) but looks like the coolest thing to do with kids!
Here is the trouble with Mexico. I eat breakfast at 8am and we don’t eat lunch (la comida) until 3pm. At 11am I am already starving and not knowing how I am going to make it to 3. The hour between 11 and 12 is a desperate one, too late for breakfast, too early for lunch, my stomach is grumbling, my mood is deteriorating, and sometimes I feel like I am going to faint. No kidding. Continue reading