Anisa, the whiner, is smitten with food. She loves to cook and eat. In her spare time, she studies engineering at Columbia University, feigning interests in topics like Brownian motion and the importance of using heteroskedastic robust standard errors when estimating a variable. She spends the other 67.51% of her waking hours cooking in her humble dormitory kitchen and frolicking around New York City* depleting 78.45% of her disposable income as she eats her way through the beloved island. These are happy hours, not to be confused with happy hour, which the whiner also very much enjoys.
This blog serves a couple of purposes. As mentioned above, the whiner spends a staggering amount on food (by staggering, she means in her own terms, but mind you, the whiner is a poor college student). As she is beginning to forget what delicious food, or sometimes delicious work of art, she has ingested that has cost her half her weekly paycheck, she realizes it is time to start documenting. But of course, it’s not just those glamorous meals that break her bank she wants to chronicle; it’s also the simplest food – the soul-satisfying – so delicious it makes her grin ear-to-ear, because those are what she cherishes most.
But besides indulging in delectable food made by other people, the whiner would also like to share about the tasty delights she makes in her own kitchen (again, not to be confused with Tasti D-Lite, that airy ice cream wannabe the whiner doesn’t very much enjoy). She loves her dinky 50 sq. ft. dorm kitchen and has cooked many meals in there, mostly for herself, sometimes for her friends, but always with lots of love. Despite having turned out some dubious items (bubblegum steak anyone?), the whiner cannot stop because the joy of cooking has gotten her smitten!
The whiner hopes you enjoy cooking and eating as much as she does.
* New York City mostly means Manhattan. To her chagrin, the whiner has hardly ventured outside of Manhattan for food, or for anything else. Oh, she actually went to Brooklyn once for Peter Luger’s, which she found quite disappointing (or maybe it was a bad night). Then there was that bubble tea place in Flushing, and of course her dear friend Sofia hosts the best Thanksgiving dinner in Staten Island. But that’s about it. The whiner will make a conscious effort to frequent the other boroughs more.