<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:35:40.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miriam Bites The Big Apple</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-5789661773936986764</id><published>2010-10-01T23:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:33:37.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life and Finances= New Food Choices</title><summary type='text'>I spoke with a friend today about blogging. I realized that while I clearly do not blog enough. Duh. I do miss it. Hence, this post is my final attempt at procrastination before I must enter the wilds of  writing my policy paper about hungry children in New York City. You might ask yourself, "why is she writing a paper?" Well folks, I am now a full-time student. It is glorious. While my  nights </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5789661773936986764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=5789661773936986764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/5789661773936986764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/5789661773936986764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-life-and-finances-new-food-choices.html' title='New Life and Finances= New Food Choices'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-5094542750881499183</id><published>2010-01-26T22:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:35:23.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot and Rude</title><summary type='text'>I spent the evening with two really good friends that I had not seen in awhile. We went to a local traditional Japanese restaurant called Butai with limited sushi choices and wonderful tapas style meat and fish selections.  We were starving and immediately ordered soup and edamame.  I tried to order a drink but our excessively rude waitress forgot I was at the table and walked away before I could</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5094542750881499183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=5094542750881499183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/5094542750881499183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/5094542750881499183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2010/01/hot-and-rude.html' title='Hot and Rude'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-6932235880955858148</id><published>2010-01-23T17:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:10:24.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm Back...</title><summary type='text'>After much pushing, consoling and asking not so nicely, I have decided to start writing Miriam Bites the Big Apple again. After all what is a more simple pleasure than food. Dining, cooking, conversation, enjoying others company, kitchen ware, menus, restaurants, chefs, sous chefs, pastry chefs, Julia Child, wine, beer, more beer, cocktails and if you could not tell, the list will go on. I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6932235880955858148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=6932235880955858148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/6932235880955858148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/6932235880955858148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-im-back.html' title='And I&apos;m Back...'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-1759893591355226728</id><published>2009-02-05T22:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:29:58.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Busy and Mochi</title><summary type='text'>I know I am terrible for not posting for nearly 2 months. So I realized I have never posted about what I do for a living: I coordinate a summer program for high school students who want to volunteer with their summers and I also work with high school students involved in a Jewish youth movement. I love what I do because I have the opportunity to give back to students who are shaped by many of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1759893591355226728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=1759893591355226728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/1759893591355226728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/1759893591355226728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-busy-and-mochi.html' title='So Busy and Mochi'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-8106322683585588341</id><published>2008-12-10T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:20:44.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Called A Mirror</title><summary type='text'>My parents have always been into healthy eating and love to try new "diets." When you are still living at home- you eat whatever is in the house. The fridge/pantry in high school had the following: cabbage soup (from the cabbage soup diet), steak and eggs (Atkins), the Oprah tea (don't ask) and variations of vegetables, soy proteins and vitamins. It was echinacea hell in my house and my parents </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8106322683585588341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=8106322683585588341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/8106322683585588341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/8106322683585588341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-called-mirror.html' title='It&apos;s Called A Mirror'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-1715115907070515421</id><published>2008-11-17T14:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:46:53.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had A Million Dollars...</title><summary type='text'>Lately, I have been very interested in cooking competitions. I have been researching them constantly and to my surprise learned there are big bucks (up to 1 million dollars) and amazing prizes (new kithens, fancy vacations) for those that win the gold ribbon making chicken or burgers or cooking with a Pillsbury product. I have been more intrigued and thinking about entering due to this economic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1715115907070515421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=1715115907070515421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/1715115907070515421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/1715115907070515421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/11/lately-i-have-been-very-interested-in.html' title='If I had A Million Dollars...'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-5628618774125571130</id><published>2008-11-10T11:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:17:45.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Food Because of the Economic Crisis</title><summary type='text'>So the economic crisis occuring in our country truly is affecting everyone. My apologizes for my lack of blogging. I haven't had writers block, in fact, I just do not having anything to write about because I haven't been eating out. Except for my Saturday night visit to Houston's which was fabulous. More on that later.If you look back, most of what I have induldged in has been quite inexpensive, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5628618774125571130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=5628618774125571130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/5628618774125571130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/5628618774125571130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-food-because-of-economic-crisis.html' title='No Food Because of the Economic Crisis'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-3210589103275247752</id><published>2008-10-28T21:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:57:07.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Sum Is Not So Dim</title><summary type='text'>If you are a fanatical Sex and the City fan, like me, you probably remember the episode when Samantha dates the rich man with a housekeeper named Sum. Sum acted as though she didn't speak English and when her employer leaves speaks perfect English to Samantha. Samantha is run out of the house by Sum with Samantha announcing "That Sum is Not So Dim." Great episode. Nothing to do with food but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3210589103275247752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=3210589103275247752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/3210589103275247752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/3210589103275247752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-sum-is-not-so-dim.html' title='That Sum Is Not So Dim'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SQfCtyWnoyI/AAAAAAAAACI/Jlsr3n_XcHc/s72-c/dimsum2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-4174385221810736631</id><published>2008-10-22T14:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:55:25.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Eggs Benedict</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend, I went to my old stomping ground. Washington D.C. Where I learned how to drink beer, hail a taxi, not hold my liquor and THEN learned to hold my liquor, how to bar hop and other important college skills. During my trip, I went to brunch in Adam's Morgan. The neighborhood of Adam's Morgan is ecclectic and has, in my opinion, some of the most fun bars in D.C. It is also is home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4174385221810736631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=4174385221810736631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/4174385221810736631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/4174385221810736631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-eggs-benedict.html' title='The Best Eggs Benedict'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-7441079024155674413</id><published>2008-10-19T21:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:50:42.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brewer's Art</title><summary type='text'>A restaurant that brews their own beer, amazing sauces, pumpkin risotto and some of the best lamb I have ever had was in store for us this evening at The Brewer's Art. The Brewer's Art located in downtown Baltimore and has 7 different beers on tap each evening. One of the beers we tasted had an aftertaste that tasted of Cheerios. Who knew that made beer for toddlers? (Just kidding). This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7441079024155674413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=7441079024155674413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/7441079024155674413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/7441079024155674413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/10/brewers-art.html' title='The Brewer&apos;s Art'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-6913581111648718165</id><published>2008-10-15T10:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:08:20.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers Block</title><summary type='text'>Seeing as I have received comments about the lameness of my last blog post- I really thought I needed to kick it up a notch (thank you Emeril). This past weekend I was sick. Not like hocking up a lung and feeling like I got kicked by a mule sick but more like a baby dragon breathing fire from my throat. I guess I didn't pray enough on Yom Kippur, clearly someone was mad at me.During this time, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6913581111648718165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=6913581111648718165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/6913581111648718165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/6913581111648718165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/10/writers-block.html' title='Writers Block'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-5001475671513626448</id><published>2008-10-04T14:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:38:06.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chirping Palin</title><summary type='text'>On the evening of the Vice Presidential Debate, I trekked up to the Upper East Side to my friends apartment. We picked up some Blue Moon and after many attempts at trying to convince "Chirping Chicken" to let us use credit cards at a cash-only establishment, we were finally successful in placing a delivery order. Chirping Chicken is a fabulous NYC chain restaurant with some of the best roasted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5001475671513626448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=5001475671513626448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/5001475671513626448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/5001475671513626448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/10/chirping-palin.html' title='Chirping Palin'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-9014159348462282431</id><published>2008-10-02T16:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:48:32.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Why Its Called Control Top</title><summary type='text'>I hate wearing stockings. Hate. And after this weekend of non-stop eating, I know why the top of the stocking that is digging into my stomach is called "control top." It literally controls the amount of food I shoved into my mouth during the New Year. You get full much faster.As Jews, the New Year is a time to feel guilty. So we eat. The following is a list of foods that were consumed at either </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/9014159348462282431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=9014159348462282431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/9014159348462282431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/9014159348462282431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/10/thats-why-its-called-control-top.html' title='That&apos;s Why Its Called Control Top'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-5300212013809375637</id><published>2008-09-25T11:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:08:47.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gourmet Camp Food: Fact or Fiction?</title><summary type='text'>My apologies for the lack of blogging. I spent the past 4 days at a beautiful summer camp in Pennsylvania for a staff meeting. In my experience, camp food resembled what I used to offer from my play kitchen in preschool- plastic eggs and rubber hot dogs. In fact, I have a distinct memory of bouncing hard boiled eggs on the floor in the dining room at camp. I do have some fond memories, however: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5300212013809375637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=5300212013809375637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/5300212013809375637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/5300212013809375637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/09/gourmet-camp-food-fact-or-fiction.html' title='Gourmet Camp Food: Fact or Fiction?'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-7310221311642763995</id><published>2008-09-18T22:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:15:56.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About 100 Calorie Packs</title><summary type='text'>100 calorie packs are springing up all over the place. You name it and there is probably a 100 calorie pack for the snack, including brownies. I am not the biggest sweet eater.  In fact, I buy candy and forget that I don't really like it (well some candy at least). Luckily, a bag of candy is downed in about an hour in the office so it does not go to waste. I like to think that I occasionally make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7310221311642763995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=7310221311642763995' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/7310221311642763995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/7310221311642763995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/09/truth-about-100-calorie-packs.html' title='The Truth About 100 Calorie Packs'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-2694420087602734328</id><published>2008-09-15T18:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:44:41.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yogurt Land or Yogurt City?</title><summary type='text'>I spent my childhood getting frozen treats from Iowa's best: TCBY and Dairy Queen. My father used to pick us up from school every Thursday night and take us to TCBY. I developed a love of peanut butter and white chocolate mousse swirl frozen yogurt in a cake cone. I want to kiss the inventor of an ice cream cone. Genius. My brothers would get chocolate and vanilla swirls or something that would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2694420087602734328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=2694420087602734328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/2694420087602734328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/2694420087602734328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/09/yogurt-land-or-yogurt-city.html' title='Yogurt Land or Yogurt City?'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SM7qXa_KrfI/AAAAAAAAABc/Xl4DJUoZl4s/s72-c/pinkberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-4599225726329879803</id><published>2008-09-14T21:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:03:34.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Was It A Dream?</title><summary type='text'>New York City is known for having the best bagels in the country. I'd like to believe that I am a bagel connoisseur having eaten bagels from all over the country and abroad secretly taste testing to see who makes the best rolls of boiled bread. As you know, the bagel comes in all different styles and flavors, my favorite being an Everything Bagel (garlic, salt, onion, poppy and sesame seeds </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4599225726329879803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=4599225726329879803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/4599225726329879803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/4599225726329879803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/09/was-it-dream.html' title='Was It A Dream?'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SM7pp3SJ5AI/AAAAAAAAABU/rgw4i98YN8c/s72-c/bagelassortment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-5904054190555438331</id><published>2008-09-11T11:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:22:16.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Didn't See Five Guys</title><summary type='text'>I have been on a total burger kick. I used to not even finish a burger and now can eat a large one in one sitting. Ew. This has sprung a new desire to try every burger in town as well as needing to buy some new pants. I explored the wonderful world of Five Guys on Tuesday night and I have to say, it was absolutely decadent. I almost wish it wasn't a block away from my apartment because now I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5904054190555438331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=5904054190555438331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/5904054190555438331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/5904054190555438331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-didnt-see-five-guys.html' title='I Didn&apos;t See Five Guys'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-5934939953292702147</id><published>2008-09-08T12:01:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:10:28.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagels, Lox and Cream Cheese Oh My!</title><summary type='text'>This weekend, I made one of my monthly journey's to Baltimore. Home of the Orioles, The Star Spangled Banner, Duff Goldman and my parents. If you look at my refridgerator in NYC, it will look almost exactly like my parents refridgerator in Baltimore, random. For some reason, my mom has a talent of putting together gourmet meals from the contents of a fridge that looks similar to one from a war </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5934939953292702147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=5934939953292702147' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/5934939953292702147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/5934939953292702147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/09/bagels-lox-and-cream-cheese-oh-my.html' title='Bagels, Lox and Cream Cheese Oh My!'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SMXG1QyV_FI/AAAAAAAAABM/mIdT8fhpeAw/s72-c/smoked-salmon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-3310515152953797898</id><published>2008-09-04T20:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:15:52.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Home Safely</title><summary type='text'>What I realized today as I was walking home passing many enticing bars and restaurants is truly how unsafe the NYC city streets are today. The biggest threat is the cigarette smoker talking loudly on their cell phone while they are waving their hands around shooting ash and smoke in others faces. Or the smoker who walks waving their hands back and forth to propel them down the streets and as they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3310515152953797898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=3310515152953797898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/3310515152953797898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/3310515152953797898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/09/get-home-safely.html' title='Get Home Safely'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-1035552772140075937</id><published>2008-09-03T20:32:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:25:29.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Pickle?</title><summary type='text'>Is that pickle kosher? One of my favorite conundrums. How could a briny cucumber not be kosher? I guess there are ways. Anyway, not the point as observing the laws of kashrut are not on the top of my list as ways to remind myself that yes, I am a chosen person.The pickle does happen to be on the top of my list of all time favorite foods. I have been known to eat an entire jar in one sitting. If </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1035552772140075937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=1035552772140075937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/1035552772140075937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/1035552772140075937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-pickle_03.html' title='In A Pickle?'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-1785262749095195568</id><published>2008-09-03T14:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:20:54.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Pepper Lovin</title><summary type='text'>I have recently developed a fondness for the roasted red pepper. Alone, in a salad, in a sandwich, with cheese, on fish, added to hummus...you name it and I love it. To be perfectly honest, these little beauties do not have a grand flavor that will linger for hours (not like another treat- the pickle..more on that later) but they do have the acidity and punch to put them on your craving list </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1785262749095195568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=1785262749095195568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/1785262749095195568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/1785262749095195568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/09/red-pepper-lovin.html' title='Red Pepper Lovin'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SL7VFzimfnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2kF6Fg-wTLo/s72-c/peppers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-2404230190895724977</id><published>2008-09-02T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:01:03.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Snack!</title><summary type='text'>Not only did I eat and drink my way around the city this weekend, see post below, I also traveled to New Jersey, where I also ate and drank. Luxury is definitely the best way to describe the trip from Manhattan to Livingston, NJ. There were 5 people in the backseat (seatbelts for 3), you should probably also know that situations like this make me terribly nervous. On the journey, I was silent, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2404230190895724977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=2404230190895724977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/2404230190895724977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/2404230190895724977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-favorite-snack.html' title='My Favorite Snack!'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SL3vU4_2daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KhkPDgHluAU/s72-c/IMG_0214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697240012953100398.post-3958882810170048037</id><published>2008-09-02T19:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:10:24.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome and Brunch</title><summary type='text'>People who know me can attest to the fact that I talk about food. A lot. I talk about restaurants, menus, recipes, who I saw at the restaurant, chefs, grocery stores, kiosks, green markets, trends, and the list goes on. What better way to give people the option to listen (or not)-through a blog. I live in New York City and love to travel. The blog will be a sounding board for the foodie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3958882810170048037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697240012953100398&amp;postID=3958882810170048037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/3958882810170048037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697240012953100398/posts/default/3958882810170048037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miriambitesthebigapple.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-and-brunch.html' title='Welcome and Brunch'/><author><name>Miriam Bites the Big Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907285599712344995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z96skoSL7V0/SYutxpyWTtI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xyd6jIDQjbU/S220/Princess+Star+087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
