Comments for Kitchen Wench

Comment on Mr. Yogato is coming! by David

David — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 14:55:45 +0000

Thanks for the blog entry! We are so happy that you connect with Mr. Yogato’s mission of bringing fun back to yogurt. We’re just a small little shop, but we have a big heart. Hopefully if D.C. greets us with love, we’ll be opening another one near you. But for now, come by Saturday and we’ll hook you up with a free yogurt. Can’t wait to see you!

Comment on Rhubarb Apple Almond Flake by Stephanie

Stephanie — Fri, 30 May 2008 03:11:45 +0000

Okay, so I tagged you for an “answer questions about yourself” blogger forward. I am sooo sorry but my other blog friend Liz tagged me and I am a superstitious hag. If you want to participate, go to my blog for details…did I mention I was sorry?

Comment on Strawberry plum pear pie by Alicia

Alicia — Tue, 20 May 2008 03:41:22 +0000

Yes, please do! Good luck!

Comment on Strawberry plum pear pie by Sara

Sara — Thu, 15 May 2008 05:20:48 +0000

I’m going to give this a shot tomorrow because it sounds positively delicious! I’ll let you know how it turns out, so thank you for sharing!

Comment on Pasta Mia on the brain by Alicia

Alicia — Thu, 15 May 2008 04:36:34 +0000

Dang, my landlords are pretty cool, but they’ve never taken me out to dinner! But, to be fair, they do invite us to an annual, home-cooked New Year’s Day dinner.

Comment on Pasta Mia on the brain by Stephanie

Stephanie — Thu, 15 May 2008 03:05:55 +0000

I LOVE Pasta Mia! My landlord took me the first month I moved up to DC and I’ve been hooked ever since. The gnocchi with basil cream sauce is unbelievable!

Comment on Wench in the city by Haley

Haley — Wed, 14 May 2008 22:06:16 +0000

God bless you, sugarplum. I assume things have gotten significantly better since then. I moved to downtown Cincinnati right out of undergraduate, and it was more than a little terrifying. My mother was convinced I would be raped and murdered immediately. So of course, within five days of living in my little studio apartment, while -talking to her on the phone-, the pizza parlor downstairs in my building was robbed complete with “STOP - POLICE!” yelling and gunshots.

“What on earth is going on?” she asked.
“Television, Mama,” I replied and continued my pesky surveillance out my 7th story window.

Comment on How to Pick Up Women in Mt. Pleasant by Stephanie

Stephanie — Sat, 03 May 2008 10:40:44 +0000

I laughed so hard, I fell out of my chair after reading this. Replace “Mt. Pleasant” with “Shaw” and “Park Road” with “P Street” and you have pretty much summed up my experiences as well! However, you must add one thing: Call her a “Stuck up bitch” when for some odd reason she doesn’t respond to your oh so eloquent offer to give her legs “a little stretchin’” while you’re driving down the road in what could only be described as a pimp-mobile.

Comment on Doppelganger! by Stephanie

Stephanie — Sat, 03 May 2008 10:25:22 +0000

I live in a basement apartment too (unfortunately, my kitchen was designed by my gay landlord who doesn’t boil water, so no fancy stoves…or drawers for that matter) and have had problems with lighting my creations…until now. I bought these great Ego Fluorescent Digital Lights and they’re fantastic. Basically, they provide a great source of “natural light” that you can aim in any fashion on your subject. Even better, they can be mounted on a tripod for better lighting control. I’m starting to sound like a salesman, aren’t I? By the way, I also work in the Chinatown area…and can’t accept gifts over $10. I wonder if we work in the same building?

Comment on Rabid Anthony Bourdain fans take DC by storm by Stephanie

Stephanie — Sat, 03 May 2008 10:10:57 +0000

I found your blog through the Wordpress dashboard and am so glad I did. This is hands down one of the best write ups of that event I have ever read. I wasn’t there personally, but a few friends went and said they were embarrassed to consider themselves foodies after the experience. Bourdain, however, is a person I would love to eat a bowl of noodles with in some shack in Vietnam somewhere.