Author Archives: Michael Procopio

About Michael Procopio

I write about food and am very fond of Edward Gorey. And gin.

I Killed Audrey Hepburn

It’s true that travel can broaden the mind but, in rare cases, it can also lead to an international celebrity killing spree. Continue reading

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Thank You.

And here, in a furry little nut shell, is what I’ve come to think about all of this great stuff that’s happened over the past few days… Continue reading

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Dressing Up and Playing God.

Whenever I see salad dressing being made, whether vigorously shaken in a mason jar or cruet, I can’t help but feel– for a brief moment. at least– that the End of The World is coming. Continue reading

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The Brown Russian

What on earth would I serve to friends who might drop by to have me explain the significance of The Kiss and Cry in Men’s Figure Skating? Continue reading

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The Dessert That Dare Not Speak Its Name

“Galaktoboureko” also happens to be one of the most challenging words for my restaurant guests to pronounce and the one I love to watch them struggle with the most. Continue reading

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Ensuring A Better New Year.

I’ve come out of 2013 a smidgen wiser, a little more experienced, and even a tad thinner. And I somehow managed to leave the depression of last year where it belonged– flushed down the toilet. Continue reading

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Christmas is Coming.

Most guys are just a six-pack away from being Merry. Continue reading

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A La Recherche du Pain Perdu.

There was nothing especially sweet about it, but then I thought, there rarely is with pain, whether it’s of the French or English variety. Continue reading

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Holiday Spirit: The Coping Mechanism

…consume the drink in one or two large gulps, and tell everyone who’s been staring at you for the past three minutes that you’re just fine.
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Eating Their Cupcakes, Eating My Words.

I finally– finally– found myself able to sit back, relax, and enjoy a fucking cupcake. Continue reading

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