As a Korean-American foodie who resides in West Oakland, I’m lucky that there’s a slew of fine eateries not too far from our home all along Telegraph Avenue in Temescal.
A former picky eater, Stephanie V.W. Lucianovic is a writer, editor, and lapsed cheesemonger in the San Francisco Bay Area. A culinary school grad with an English lit degree, she has written for CNN.com, MSNBC.com, Popular Science, The New York Times, The Washington Post, and The Boston Globe. Additionally, she has been writing for KQED's Bay Area Bites since its inception and is the website editor for KQED's Emmy-award winning show "Check, Please! Bay Area."
Stephanie was an original recapper at Television Without Pity and worked on a line of cookbooks for William-Sonoma as well as in the back kitchen of a Jacques Pépin cooking show. Her first book, SUFFERING SUCCOTASH: A Picky Eater's Quest To Understand Why We Hate the Foods We Hate (Perigee Books, 2012) is a non-fiction narrative and a heartfelt and humorous exposé on the inner lives of picky eaters that Scientific American called "hilarious" and "the perfect popular science book for a reader that doesn't think he or she wants to read a popular science book."
Stephanie lives in Menlo Park with her husband, three-year-old son, assorted cats, and has been blogging at The Grub Report for over a decade.
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The most valuable thing I learned was that the nausea was a result of a blood sugar drop — explaining why it’s worse in the morning and therefore given the totally fallacious name of “Morning Sickness” — so as long as I had enough food in me at all times, I’d be okay. In order to stave off what was for me 24-hour nausea, I had to eat every two hours.
I decided to start my mocktail quest off with that simplest of drinks, the gin and tonic. With multiple nuances brought on by using different gins, it’s probably my favorite cocktail — biting, tart, and tinged with bitterness, it reminds me of myself on my best days.
This is the deal: your pregnancy, your decisions. Unless you are causing physical harm to yourself or your baby, no one has the right to make you feel guilty or like a bad mother. NO ONE. And that goes for your food choices as well.
Given the whole pregnancy thing, I’ve been sourcing non-alcoholic alternatives to my usual alcoholic libations. Cocktails aren’t too hard to fake with mocktails, because while you may miss the satisfying bite of the gin or the underlying sweetness of rum, at least you can still make it a tasty drink with high-end mixers, homemade syrups, fresh herbs, and fruit, right?
So after the last Pregnant Pause post about food making me sick and now with this one being all about not drinking, you’re probably asking, “Um, isn’t this supposed to be a food blog?” It’s a fair point, but I think you’d much rather read stuff like this instead of cooings about the purple unicorniness of pregnancy and how gestating is like sitting on a cloud of cotton candy. (Because it’s not, and there are no unicorns, purple or otherwise.)
Let me tell you, it’s no picnic being two months pregnant when you edit, write, or read about food for a living.
“Hm, shall I write about what I had for dinner? Because I’m sure the readers will be SO HAPPY to read about the sparkling water and handful of almonds I forced down just to keep from booting this evening.”
Okay, are you ready for this, world? Because this idea is the CHEESIEST!
Fellow Bay Area Bites blogger Jen Maiser sent me this receipt from the recently-opened Venissimo Cheese with the note, “Thought you’d be interested in seeing this receipt from a new store in Long Beach.”
(First of all, can we have a little side conversation of how flippin’ awesome it is to receive receipts in the mail that might be “of interest”? It’s like our food geekery knows no bounds!)
Now take a look at that receipt and see just how much bang you get for your buck.
So, I’m not a Washingtonian. I was born there and lived there for three short years before we took off for points middle-west, but I’m clearly no Beltway insider. Naturally, I didn’t know what a “half-smoke” was until I saw the discussion surrounding it and Obama’s trip to Ben’s Chili Bowl on Meet the Press with video reposted at Serious Eats.
Wasn’t I just talking about how obsessed we all are with every little move Obama makes, including where and what he eats?