• Jane Brendlinger

    me jane, you food

    (un)seasonal eating

    March 14, 2013
    article by Jane Brendlinger

    Dear Providence Climate, Firstly, thank you for what has been an enjoyable four years. Coming from a similarly temperate climate on the East Coast (it’s not always sunny in Philadelphia), I found that your weather required only a shade of adjustment. I’ve had little cause for complaint (aside from the snow on Halloweekend)—until now. Because, […]

    me jane, you food

    kidz stuff

    February 28, 2013
    article by Jane Brendlinger

    Considering the food I ate as a child, I should be both morbidly obese and fluorescent. Ring Pops, Pop Rocks, Hostess Butterscotch Krimpets. Fun Dip (“Ya lick it, and dip it, and lick it again!”). My favorite thing on earth might’ve been a Chipwich. I was on what my mom called the “White Food Diet” […]

    Me Jane, You Food

    February 20, 2013
    article by Jane Brendlinger

    So it’s Valentine’s Day, and you have some kind of boyfriend, or girlfriend, or sexfriend, or mechanical sexfriend, and you’re looking to bring some extra special lovin’ to this extra special day of love. What, you ask, should you eat before getting down and dirty, what munchies might fire up your mojo, what little sex […]

    Til Pumpkingdom Come

    in gourd we trust

    November 15, 2012
    article by Jane Brendlinger

    There are times in my academic life when I feel slightly less like a scholar: when I’m shirking my readings more than usual, when papers are rushed affairs, when studying is waylaid for less industrious endeavors. One such time was last Monday, when I found myself spending yet another night in the kitchen and not […]

    Food with ‘Tude

    when the waiter is always right

    October 4, 2012
    article by Jane Brendlinger

    Questaurant (n.): A restaurant at which the needs of the patron are mostly ignored, and it falls to the customer to adequately meet them. Nine of us sit around the back table at Sakura. We are crammed in that dark, secluded room like lepers, classified as a Large Party of Obnoxious Customers. It’s like the […]