As a native of New Orleans, Susan knows hurricanes. It was only fitting she and Greg threw a hurricane party on Saturday while we were all stuck indoors, anticipating the onslaught of Hurricane Irene’s wind and rain that turned out to be little more than a drizzle. We blasted “Come on Eileen” (changing the words to “Come on Irene” because we’re corny witty), played Taboo, and drank hurricanes in the hurricane. It was a successful party by any standard but made more impressive by our determination to cook after battling hundreds of crazed New Yorkers at the grocery store. In case you’re wondering what is most important to Manhattanites during a natural disaster that is likely to take out electricity, I can tell you the top two items I spied in people’s buggies at Food Emporium were beer and sushi. Priorities.
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| Southwestern Dip |
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| Any food with lard in the title is bound to be good |
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| Baked Gouda with Homemade Jalapeno Jelly |
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| It actually tasted like banana bread. Does this mean I can have it for breakfast? |
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| I figured this was appropriate for a hurricane party – if we’re all gonna die, we should be drinking Dead Guy Ale |
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| Hurricanes for the Hurricane |
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| Cobbler |








