Sweet Potato Fries from Sabrina's and Bobby's Burger Palace
by Carissa Gilbert


You'll never meet a bigger breakfast fan than me. Nothing gets me out of bed faster than the prospect of a gooey bacon egg and cheese sandwich or a stack of pancakes drenched in syrup. When I'm home in New York, my mother, knowing I have this weakness, constantly spoils me with omelets, chocolate chip pancakes and cinnamon buns. Some people find my breakfast obsession endearing, while others find it a little strange. In fact, I've noticed that many of my peers just can't get excited about the most important meal of the day. Too many people just grab a handful of dry cereal or a piece of toast before they rush out the door on their way to morning classes. And this makes me sad. Don't you know what you're missing out on? It's just wrong! So I am asking you to do something for me this weekend. Visit one of my most beloved food blogs, Smitten Kitchen, and find a delightfully decadent recipe from the breakfast section to make for yourself and some friends. May I suggest the boozy baked french toast, jalapeño-cheddar scones, or lemon ricotta pancakes with sauteed apples? Better yet, turn it into a breakfast potluck and let everyone contribute a dish! Then eat your heart out and reward yourself with a serious food-coma-induced afternoon nap! You can thank me later.
When I was little, snack time was a scheduled occurrence. Monday through Friday as soon as my brother and I got home from school, we would sit down at the kitchen table and have snack with my mom. There were many classics – crackers and cheese, apples and peanut butter, veggie sticks and the occasional cookies and milk – but one of my favorites was popcorn. We even had a special popcorn pot. My mom would place it on the stove, pour in a little oil, let it heat up, and then add the popcorn kernels. My brother or I would have the job of turning the crank, which spun a propeller on the bottom of the pot to keep the kernels moving. When the once lively pops grew few and far between, we would take the popcorn off the stove and toss in melted butter and salt in a giant bowl. 



Winter blues leave us craving the sweet berries and tart, juicy peaches of summer’s past. I can picture a lazy afternoon under the sun, watermelon slice in hand, with the aroma of fresh cut grass floating by and the soft rustle of leaves with each steamy breeze. Though I am impatiently waiting to feast on the fresh plums, cherries, and apricots that summer will soon offer, winter can still satisfy my sweet tooth. Decadent desserts and rich hot cocoa may initially come to mind, but let’s leave those for the holidays. The sweets I am talking about won’t jeopardize your New Year’s resolution to lose those extra five pounds. Think root vegetables. Under the dirty, mud speckled skin of these seemingly dull veggies lies the sweet flesh of nature’s pure and organic sugars. Some of my favorite root vegetables include a medley of turnips, sweet potatoes, and beets. Besides the obvious health benefits, root vegetables simply taste delicious, wholesome, and filling. In addition, they add deep, vibrant colors and a sweet flavor to any dish. These root veggies are bold enough to stand alone and serve as the ideal complement to any meal.
Everybody has those days when they are in the mood for a big, hearty, Jewish-deli style meal. Well, I was having one of those days, and I knew just where to get my fix: the Famous 4th Street Delicatessen.
Penn Appétit: When did you start cooking and how did you learn to cook?
Today, I’m going to introduce sweet potato fry sticks. They're a little different from sweet potato fries, which are already well known. This is crispier and sweeter when compared to sweet potato fries: enjoy!
For years, I longed for the arrival of my twenty-first birthday. I was convinced that, at the stroke of midnight on that very day, I would suddenly acquire a wealth of impressive alcohol-related knowledge. I imagined myself pouring complicated, customized cocktails from my personal liquor cabinet and describing my evening glass of wine (expertly paired with an elegant dinner, of course) in terms of aroma and mouthfeel. Shockingly, this did not happen. I'm more than halfway to twenty-two now, and I still feel decidedly unsophisticated whenever I'm perusing the aisles of the nearest Wine and Spirits shop. Not to mention that, as a college student on a budget, I don't exactly have the funds to splurge on a fancy Bordeaux bottle for my next BYOB dinner. What's a young aspiring oenophile to do? Visit a swell little blog called Good Wine Under $20! This site is positively packed with reviews and recommendations of quality bargain wines, perfect for the person who wants to explore her beverage options without depleting her bank account. Saveur, Food & Wine, Wine & Spirits, and the American Wine Blog Awards approve, and I bet you will, too!
Growing up in my household, orange juice was a breakfast staple. While that might not be anything out of the ordinary for an American family, what was more unusual was my pronounced dislike for orange juice and love of grapefruit. Grapefruit juice and grapefruits were rare treats bought by my mother when they were on sale. While my sisters spurned it for its bitterness and size, I appropriated the “greatfruit” as my own favorite. It wasn’t until high school, however, that I discovered the broiled grapefruit, known by some recipes as “Grapefruit Brûlée.” 
Fun fact = In Belgium and other parts of Europe, the words "café" and "bar" are used interchangeably to denote what we would call a bar in the US.
Fun Fact = Belgians, as I observed, drink beer around the clock. On sunny days, the Oude Markt (an historic central square filled with bars/cafes and restaurants) would be full of people drinking at tables by 11 a.m..
• The last style, but certainly not the least, of beer I’ll describe are White beers, which are made with a blend of herbs (mainly of coriander, orange, bitter orange, and hops), wheat, and barely. They get their name from the pale, cloudy color they have when cold. My favorite of this variety was Hoegaarden.
Fun fact = “Cheers!” in Dutch is “Proost!”
•The terms Tripel and Dubbel indicate the percentage alcohol content of the beer. A Dubbel has double the alcohol content of your average beer at 6 – 7.5% ABV, and a Tripel, you guessed it, has triple the alcohol content at 7% - 10% ABV. My favorite Tripel was the Tripel Karmeliet (8.4% ABV).
The Hopeless Romantic Valentine: Aztec Hot Chocolate Cupcakes
My latest obsession is anything that has to do with French toast. Because I am also a dessert monger, when a dessert-French toast combination is on the menu, it is on my plate. When I was at the Green Eggs Café for a casual Saturday brunch and was handed the menu, my jaw dropped and my head started spinning when I saw Crème Brûlée French Toast. Could it be? A combination of my favorite dessert in the world and my newest obsession? I quickly made my order and was hyperventilating by the time the waitress placed it in front of me. I had to sit on my hands to stop myself from attacking it before she set it down. It was stunning. Fluffy pieces of brioche toast were smothered in a crème brûlée thick sauce, topped with beautiful strawberries and dolloped with fresh whipped cream. It was totally, and utterly sinfully delicious and for that reason must be chowed NOW.