Coffee: Friend or Foe?

Once again it is Sunday night/Monday morning, and I am wide awake.
I swear, I'm not one of those crazy, self-diagnosed insomniacs; it just happened I didn't listen to my own good conscience or my college coach and left my sad little supplements to be for the last minute.
He warned me, "those things sneak up on you pretty fast," and I just thought to my lonely self, "oh, but I'm so happy these days! Glitter! Butterflies! Sufjan Stevens! My first A on a DBQ! I'll get them done!"

Three weeks have passed, and here I am.

Currently, I am procrastinating.

Today, I write to you about coffee.

First, I have a really cool mug:


It is a souvenir from my Iowa days; that's right, I lived in the beating heart of America.
Where corn grows a plenty, and the skies are robin-blue.
The baseball players (and the corn) become visible once hot liquid is poured into the mug.


How did I come to acquire such an object?
Apparently the movie Field of Dreams was shot in Iowa, and our family visited the baseball field.
I don't even know why. No one in my family has watched the movie.
No one in my family (with the exception of Jen) has any significant hand-eye coordination skill.
Well my dad does, and thank the lord, as he's a surgeon. But I don't think this hand eye coordination carries over to sports.
(NOTE: golf is not a sport).

Anyways, I got this mug as a souvenir, and my sister got a dorky locket necklace.

If you haven't guessed by now, I use the mug to drink coffee.

Yay coffee!

I can talk forever about this beverage; this goes from personal stories in which coffee has played a role, embarrassing moments, to disjointed fragments of erudition from my AP World Coffeehouse Debate sophomore year.

Here are some boring stories--

Personal Story:

During one of my alumni interviews, I had clover-brewed coffee from Starbucks for my first time.
I don't even know what clover-brewed means, but it was amazing.
The interview also felt like a blind-date, because I didn't know what the guy was supposed to look like, thus, I was reduced to making eye contact with every 20-something male that walked through the Starbucks in Boston's Financial District.
Not as unpleasant as it sounds. ;)
To be realistic, it was quite unpleasant/anxiety-producing because I was worried he wouldn't be able to find me/forgot about me/missed me/didn't know I was asian despite my last name because I didn't say 'hello'/make the first move etc. etc.
At the end, the interview went well (a subjective statement on my behalf, so I don't really know), and the clover-brewed Venti warmed my frigid digits during the whole two hours so I wouldn't have to sit on them like a total dunce.

Embarrassing Moments:

I spilled coffee on my scarf and my boots one morning in the library (the same morning I was covered in glitter because my Beowulf project needed much, much glitter).
On the bright side, my scarf smelled really good (yum coffee!), and my boots are that awkward beige/light brown shade that one can never be sure if it is clean or dirty.
In retrospect, I don't consider this situation embarrassing, but I guess other people would.
But some of my friends laughed at it, so I guess that qualifies it as an embarrassing moment in my life.
This also happened in the high school library.
I don't think Ms. Metcalfe knows.
Please don't tell her.

Remnants of Knowledge from Sophomore Year:

Excuse the picture, which is geographically inaccurate in context of the next few sentences:
I got to write a pretty sweet affidavit as a coffee stall owner in the Arabian peninsula.
You know, the usual deal: recanting the story of how a goat herder noticed his goats acting crazy, how the monks used the beans to stay awake for long prayer sessions, etc. etc.
The Coffeehouse Trial was just a swell party.

So is coffee a friend to society? I would say yes.
However, it is a diuretic, and it makes you frequent the bathroom quite a bit.
So really, is coffee an endearing friend that allows us to work longer hours, or just a cumbersome pest?

Discuss, discuss, discuss!

P.S. It would bring me great joy if you re-read this post in a NPR voice.

Also, listen to this interesting story on the economy and the cappuccino:
http://www.npr.org/blogs/money/2010/12/17/132115320/after-the-crisis-an-economist-reconsiders-cappuccino

You can never have too much caffeine,
Steph

I'm just going to say...

The patty melts at Friendly's=bomb dot com.

What I did With My Leftover Turkey.

I made a turkey chopped salad with spicy avocado dressing! (Shown above with Cape Cod potato chips).

The recipe calls for jicama which is a crazy big plant (the size of a 12 year old's head) that slices like a potato but is quite clear and almost flavorless.
It's really crunchy and refreshing.
I swiped the last one at the grocery.
EPIC WIN.

I didn't add cilantro because I passionately dislike the pungent herb, so I used parsley instead.
I also found the onions to be a tad too spicy, so I would rinse them in cold water or just use less for round two.
I also think yellow peppers would be a good addition as far as color goes.

Serves 4.

Here's the original recipe, courtesy of epicurious.com, who got it from Bon Appétit:

Ingredients:
1 large avocado, halved, pitted
1 1/2 tbsp. fresh lime juice
1 1/2 tsp. chili-garlic sauce
3 tbsp olive oil

2 cups diced turkey
1 cup diced peeled jicama
1 cup diced red onion
1 large red bell pepper, diced
1/2 cup plus 1 tbsp chopped fresh cilantro
Romaine lettuce leaves

Directions:
Scoop avocado flesh into mini processor. Add lime juice, chili-garlic sauce, and olive oil and process until smooth. Season dressing generously with salt and pepper.
Mix turkey, jicama, red onion, bell pepper, and 1/2 cup cilantro in large bowl. Add avocado dressing; toss to coat. Season with salt and pepper. Divide lettuce leaves among plates. Spoon salad into center and sprinkle with 1 tablespoon cilantro.

Enjoy,
Steph

P.S. Do you guys even read my blog?

Ketchup Chips Revisited

I don't even know what to say.

Remember way back when when I lamented the lack of ketchup chips stateside?

Well LOOK AT THIS NOW.

Athina sent me this photo earlier today; photographic evidence that ketchup chips are alive and well in Massachusetts.

Please, don't crinkle your nose and scoff "eww", because, and I quote, these chips were "so good" and they are worthy of "stock[ing] up" on.

Go eat your leftover turkey.
Steph

Sunday Brunch with the Lee Family

By the Lee family, I mean my family.
I thought I should that just incase.
You know, because it can get pretty confusing at times because Lee is such a common last name.
Like, one would think it's safe to assume that the name "Lee" indicates asian ancestry, but then there are caucasians with the familiar last name (Rober E. Lee of the Confederate Army anyone?) that just screws you over, and now you're sitting there and going "What since when?".
At which point I direct you towards google.

Well, Poppa Lee decided to resurrect our Sunday morning chow festivities back from the halcyon days of 2005 (circa summer camps and multiplication charts).
We used to have a legitimate feast every Sunday morning, complete with grapefruit, blood oranges, melons, watermelons, some yellow korean fruit that doesn't grow on American soil, biscuits, bagels, danishes, bacon, ham, potato salad, noodles, and probably kimchi. I don't remember kimchi being there, but it wouldn't surprise me.

I mean, let's be real here.
I'm Korean. My family's korean.
A Korean meal is never complete in the absence of kimchi.

Anyways, this time around our family of five decided to plop our jolly selves down at Henrietta's Table (One Bennett Street, Cambridge, MA) for brunch.

This is where one can consume raw cheese, multiple pâtés, smoked salmon, herbed smoked salmon, bagels, crackers, mashed butternut squash, broiled atlantic salmon, fried polenta, rib eye from the carving station, waffles, omelettes, chicken, danishes, chocolatines, some green vegetable i didn't like, roast eggplant/carrots/you-name-it-it's-there, and of course, the brunch favorite, egg benedict.
There were a lot more vegetables, but that really isn't my thing so I wouldn't know.

And you know what's really great about Henrietta's Table?
Other than the delicious meal and semi-attractive, Russian-accented waiters?

The dessert table bitches:


You are currently drooling over the strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, and chocolate mousse cake.

My sister had this, and I had cheesecake, pumpkin crème brûlée, and somethingsomethingdulce that I forgot the name of.
All before 2 in the afternoon.

Delicious.

Eat like champions,
Steph

Theo's

Oh hey Sarah and Vicky!

Getting ready for the game eh?

On the table:
-bacon cheeseburger
-fries
-pizza
-chicken fingers with BBQ sauce (not shown here)

Theo's also has huge pieces of baklava for $3.

I love burgers and baklava!

As far as powderpuff went, Weston beat Wayland 25-6.

Eat more,
Steph

tim. tam. slams.

It's 12:29 a.m. and what am I doing?

Reading the online AP Biology textbook of course.
And blasting Sufjan Stevens. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUwuT6m5roU).
The obsession has yet to subside.

I'm also doing tim tam slams.

I realize it sounds pretty illicit, but it is as harmless as the American oreo cookie dunk.
The tim tam slam is the Australian equivalent, but much, much more fun.


I got these at Omni (right across from the fish section). I'm so happy.


Now here you are given choices: either bite them on two diagonal corners...or bite them on each end so it will be horizontal.


Partially immerse the biscuit into your hot drink of choice (hot chocolate, coffee, tea, butter beer, Miruvor etc.)

And suck on the other end as if drinking the beverage through a straw.

When the liquid reaches your lips, quickly devour the biscuit.
It's much more chocolatey and entertaining when consumed this way, rather than just straight from the package.

Do you guys like them?

Also, if you knew what Miruvor was without googling it, show yourself, because we MUST be friends.

Keep snacking,
Steph

P.S I'm totes rockin' Asian Student Union's "Fight the Flood" bracelet in most of these pictures. Get yours for $3 and support the cause! Proceeds will be going to Doctors Without Borders, my favorite NGO and future employer (i can dream)...(http://www.doctorswithoutborders.org/).

Pumpkin Stuffed With Everything Wicked

By wicked, I mean all things good.

These good things include:

Gruyère, garlic, bread, garlic, heavy cream, and nutmeg.

Gruyère: It melts. Similar to how I melt whenever I hear "To Be Alone With You" by Sufjan Stevens. Sigh.

Garlic: I love garlic. I like it cooked so it's sweet and caramelized, and I also like it raw when it's spicy and a wee bit painful on the tongue.

Bread: Complex carbs are good for you.

Heavy cream: I'm really not sure about this one, except that it's used when making icing, some brownies, and soups. I like how it's called "heavy cream" not "light cream" or "lo-cal cream".

Nutmeg: Goes in pumpkin pies. That's about as far as I know.

Pop the munchkin in the oven for 2 hours, and voilá!

If I were to change things, I would add more bread and reduce the amount of garlic (I used 4 small cloves).

But I don't think I'll ever make it again; my family doesn't appreciate my stuffed pumpkin, and though I love eating, I can't bring myself to polish off four servings worth of ooey-gooey, rich, pumpkin/cheese/bread/garlic fare.

Would you make this? Would you eat it? Would you feed it to your loved ones? Or to your enemies?

Please respond (in English) to my queries below, in the comments section.

If you decide to forgo this option and respondez dans une autre langue, c'est pas de probleme parce qu'il y a Google Translate.

Test me.

LOVE my Gastros 4 lyf3

Steph

Breakfast at Mel's

Pictures like these make me cringe and remember that I really need to start bringing my Canon around for events.

Above is a picture featuring Marina, Sarah, Margo, Matt, Sarah, Brandon, Erica, Peter, Alyssa, Emelie, Kristi, Maddy, my empty seat, a blank seat, Stephanie, and Molly.

Emmie showed up too, but her sexy face just didn't make the cut.

Mr. Banker, Ms. Schomp (with her daughter Noah!) and Ms. Lee also came!

So basically, the breakfast outing was a huge success.

There were many pancake orders (chocolate chip with bananas!), a few waffles (banana creme crumble!), some eggs benedict (popeye and irish hash!), omelettes (sunrise?) and even a Coke (oh Sarah...)

I went with the intention of getting pumpkin chocolate chip pancakes, but as it was a specialty and was currently unavailable, I got the chocolate chip pancakes. Still yum.

However, the rendez-vous in it's entirety was a bit messy. First, we all asked for separate checks (and rightly so!), but the management didn't like it too much, as it created confusion and just a lot of checks to hand out. And on top of that, we had to add three more tables to our existing table chain because several people decided to surprise us with their illustrious presence. And they moved another table of eaters because we were quite enthusiastic with our conversations. I don't think they like us very much. Lovely.

I honestly don't understand how football goes there every Thursday for breakfast, and doesn't get kicked out/turned off by some of the attitude dished out.

On a more positive note, a huge, ooey-gooey, heartfelt THANK YOU to everyone that woke up at 5:30a.m. to get there. It means a lot to me that people are coming to these events :)

Love you all,

Steph

Lord of the Rings

I've mentioned LOTR in one of my previous posts, and I hope that gives you a little insight into one of my many passions (or some may say, obsessions.)

These things include, but are not limited to, Lord of the Rings, Aragorn from LOTR, Enrique Iglesias, Crystal Castles, buffalo wings, Rusko (and dubstep), Old Spice commercials, Stefan of SNL Weekend Update fame, Sven Kramer (Dutch speed skater), french boys on Segways, Land O' Lakes salted butter, apple sauce, bananas, Skinny by Ibi Kaslik, and Bright Star by John Keats.

Actually, I LOVE Bright Star. If any of you are interested, you should go get a copy at Barnes&Noble (no way I'm parting with mine); I have a membership card if you'd like a discount. It's absolutely beautiful. Lovely. Funny (only at one point when Keats says "burple" instead of blue or purple.)

I'ts my precious.

Yes, many of the above makes me seem hormonally charged teenage girl (true) and one of those girls that announce to the world their inside jokes to the world so it seems like they have a life (also true), but sometimes you have to let things go.

But you know what you can't let go?

LOTR themed baked goods.

Waddup Sauron's Eye?

Sauron, you'll never faze me with your gaze...

When I was in the 5th or 6th grade, I took a small key chain and colored it with a gold Sharpie and carried it around my living room pretending to be Gollum (hiding under the couch, making caverns out of cushions to crawl through, practicing my crouch...)

That's right I was cool.

This was also at a time in my life where I didn't eat icing (too oily) and I didn't use salad dressing (covered up the natural flavors of the vegetation I was eating.)

I have come a long way (like, 40+ lbs. of long way.) But that's okay, I was the size of a garden gnome then, so weight gain is completely normal...

I threw a lot at you, eh?

I truly love you all (if you've read this far), and I'm really excited to see you all bright (not groggy) at the Mel's breakfast on friday!

Keep eating,

Steph

P.S. I hope at least one of my two readers got my Gollum joke(way up there.) Otherwise that's just awkward.

PUMPKIN CUPCAKES.

Who doesn't like pumpkins?

A while ago my friends and I gathered to bake pumpkin cupcakes.

I think these are SO pretty. I want to use the sprinkles idea with rainbow colors, and then I can make a rainbow with them.

Here's Lauren adding the finishing touches...

COMPLETE.

It was a lot of fun to make, but not so much to eat. Personally, I hate eating sprinkles. And the stem tasted like toothpaste. But the cupcake itself was really good.

Expect another pumpkin related post in the next few days.

'Tis a surprise.

Also, I hope to see you all at the breakfast this friday!

Keep eating,

Steph

Missing our Northern Neighbour

In Canada, it is possible for one to purchase a bag of Ketchup chips.

They are not sold in the United States of America.

I know this because I called the Frito-Lay company my freshmen year at Weston H.S. during a study hall, on a whim. I was not prepared for the wave of disappointment that would follow.

Oh Canada.

-Steph

Cupcakes...and my Sunday morning.

Dear Super Sunny Cupcake,

Please, never share your secrets. And by secret, I mean how you came to be on this Earth. You know how some parents tell their children that a Stork brought them home, because they don't want to explain the human reproductive process to their 5 year olds?

Yeah. I really don't want to know how many sticks of butter went into your creamy chocolate icing. Or how many scoops of Crisco. God forbid if I get stretch marks at the tender age of 17.

Anyways, I just wanted to let you know you're really yummy and very happy looking.

By making me happy, you're steering me away from a marathon session of back-to-back LOTR movies and a order of butter chicken and samosas.

'Tis my pity fest.

That is what I will be doing on Wednesday night, December 15th.

:'(

But I'm really cheesin' right now!!!

I got my senior portraits done today, and part of it was taken at Rosie's Bakery in Wellesley (55 Central St.)

The shoot was SO MUCH FUN. The photographer, the ever wonderful Maura Moore brought some vintage half-aprons for me to wear. They had crazy floral and gingham patterns on them.

Drool.

And the girl who worked there prepared me a plate of cookies to pose with, and a freshly baked tray of blueberry muffins!

Maura bought me a few cupcakes to pose with (and eat) and they were sweet and dense and sparkly and colorful and beautiful; you know, what the ideal best friend would look like.

Check out some of Maura's work at http://irmalou.com/ :)

And drop by Rosie's when you get the chance!

Lots of Love (and rainbow sprinkles,)

Steph

Breakfast #2

A long time ago, man created the DSLR camera. Some time later, Steve Jobs came along and created the iPhone 4G, which comes equipped with a reasonably high-pixel camera with flash.

So today (like all other days), I choose to forgo the 4-pound glass and metal contraption that takes stunning photos, and make do with my phone.

I woke up reasonably early today, at 10:14 a.m. The first thing that crossed my mind was "2nd block just ended, and now it's lunch time".

Oh Weston High School, you never escape my thoughts.

I cut some left over steak from dinner into strips, diced half an onion, and whisked two eggs together.

Then I browned the onions, added the steak, and put them aside, while I placed the pita on the pan for about a minute...

And I added a generous serving of butter to the pan and made quasi-runny scrambled eggs...

Which I put on the pita with the steak and onions with some mozzarella shreds...

And it looked like this:

And I ate it with some thick and creamy yogurt:

I was totally craving this Stonewall Kitchen salsa that someone brought to my World Lit. class for a culture presentation, but I forgot it's name and it made me very sad.

I had to make do with Tobasco sauce.

But hey, there is nothing wrong with that!

Oh, and I am quite sorry for the lack of artistic ability in these photos.

I keep telling myself to pick up the Nikon that is gathering dust in my mandarin orange/lime green painted room.

And then I kind of forget about it...and you, my dear 1.4 readers, are left with this!

Love you all,

Steph

TONIGHT.

I'm having swordfish!!!!!

Quite a short post, I know, and I am still due to post the results of the survey;

OOPSAY DAISAY!

I realize that is a plate of oozing cheese , nachos, jalapeno slices, and a dollop of sour cream; not swordfish.

I told my Canadian friends about it, and they sent me this picture.

They know me so well.

Well, off to the kitchen!

Happy long weekend,

Steph

Survey Results

I'm a really horrible person and I didn't post the results seven days ago like I promised.

:'(

Here are some highlights:

1. So in this club, we have celiacs, vegetarians, pescaterians, and some weird kid with mango skin allergies....

2. People LOVE baking and "just eating food", though "eating foods from different cultures" was also a popular answer.

We have two club members that are using this club as a résumé padder for college. Ouch.

3. We're going to have some Thai this October!

So keep your eyes peeled gastros, or you'll miss out on some great food and great company, and the you'll end up crying yourself to sleep late at night because of the overwhelming sadness that inevitably accompanies missing out on a Gastronome Guild outing...

Keep eating,

Steph

P.S. Whoever this is, I like you. A lot.

Eritrean: Asmara

Yesterday, nine of us broke all the rules and went out on a homework night.

Gasp.

We headed to Asmara (739 Massachusetts Ave.), and ordered two of these:

From center clockwise:

Beef, lamb, shrimp, chicken, carrots, lentils, and spinach. I would love to elaborate, but I can't, as I the menu online is not an extensive list, and I can't find the dishes that were served to us. Also, "beef, lamb, shrimp, etc." is how the meal was described to us during dinner, so it should suffice.

We ate all this with injera, a yeast-risen flat bread with a spongy texture. Injera is also gluten-free, so celiac gastros should head over to Asmara in the near future :)

After dinner, we headed across the street for some baklava, which was absolutely delicious. Honey, nuts, and butter are a few of my favorite things in the world, and baklava had them all.

I didn't look at the name of the restaurant that sold it, but they had Greek food to go and had hookahs lined up by the window, with a sign reading "shisha for rent". That's like saying "water for rent" or "food for rent", but to each his own.

I digress.

Anyways, BIG thank you to everyone that came out: Molly, Laura, Lauren, Sarah, Stephanie, Margaret, Kristi and Margo.

I'll be sending out an email soon with a poll of where to go next; I want to switch up continents every month, so Africa will be tabled until after October, but feel free to roam around Asia, the Americas, Oceania, and Europe (or the Caribbean islands!) and let me know where/what you want to eat next!

Keep eating,

Steph

PAD THAI

Posts like this will usually be accompanied with a recipe.

But not this one!

This is because this particular pad thai is a TOP SECRET recipe of Margo's uncle.

It looks so delicious, especially with all those lime slices!

I love lime. It's so acidic.

Have you ever wondered the pH level of lime juice?

If you know, will you let me know?

Because I want to know.

Thanks.

albino raspberries (golden raspberries)

OH HELLO.

These berries are marketed under the name "Golden Raspberries", and their color is due to the expression of recessive genes in red or black raspberries (Punnett Square anyone?). They should maintain the same distinct flavor as their more vibrant siblings, which means they are very yummy.

I have never tried these berries myself, but Jason sent me this picture with the word "yum", so I am assuming they were tasty (or merely palatable).

For those of you interested in trying some golden raspberries, ask Jason. He thinks he got them at the farmers market. But he's not sure.

Anyways, more on our albino raspberries! In New England, most of these pale raspberries are derivatives of red raspberries. The color phenomenon also occurs in the wild, and can even be cultivated in your own backyard.

Fun fact: according to a Finnish study, regular consumption of raspberries will benefit against pain (but so would regular consumption of pain killers...)

Much thanks to Jason Mazzella for sending in the picture, and to the makers of Wikipedia for allowing me to research the peculiar raspberries in less than ten minutes!

Thanks for reading,

Steph

pulled pork in new york! (what I had this Saturday)

If you ever find yourself in the middle of Clinton, New York, please make it your goal to find Nola's (9 West Park Row) and eat there.

I beg you.

You are currently looking at chipotle spiced pulled pork in tortilla with cilantro sour cream with red onion and cheddar, served with homemade potato chips.

The pork was more sweet than spicy, but delicious nonetheless. The onions were sweet and soft. I especially liked how there wasn't 6 square inches of tortilla left on each end of the wrap...THAT NO ONE WANTS TO EAT (something that often happens at the school cafeteria or Chipotle). WHO LIKES TO EAT PLAIN TORTILLA? AHHHHHH

Moving on, ever since I learned sour cream was basically pure fat, I had my qualms about eating it.

Whatever. I dipped the chips into the cilantro sour cream, and spread some of it on the wrap; though it didn't spark any fireworks, I still liked how the cilantro was super green. (So I ate it. Because it was green. And green evokes Mother Nature.)

I like green things. For example, jalapeno peppers! LOVE 'EM.

Anyways, big thank you to Bret for recommending Nola's!

hungry people.

NOTE: Excuse any grammatical errors. Here. As much as the point of this blog is to coherently display amateur photography (aka iPhone snaps) share recipes, introduce "new" restaurants, and disclose things that make me salivate, sometimes...oh, words fail me.

Last week I was really hungry and home alone. It was devastating. I really wanted some muesli, but I had no patience to soak oats in milk for an hour.

So I put 2 eggs into a boil for a few minutes, 2 toasts in the toaster, washed a handful of strawberries and cooked some bacon.

Here is what I ate. (Counterclockwise!)

Eggs: I was going for soft-boiled, but I lost track of time while watching Grey's (on megavideo, if you were interested), and they turned into more of a medium-hard variety.

Bacon: I have yet to decide if I'm a fan of crispy or chewy. But I do know throwing away bacon grease makes me want to cry.

Toast: Butter 'em up, and spread on some strawberry and apricot preserves.

Strawberries: I could have used those mini scoopers to take out the white/stem parts, but I'm too lazy to wash them...so that is why my strawberries are ugly.

I ate outside, and it made me feel very transcendental. Hah, who am I kidding, I was watching Grey's on my laptop, eating, outside, for forty minutes. But I did feel pretty damn cool when I drank orange juice and Christina and Owen also drank orange juice.

Anyways, this post is an introductory post of sorts: I eat that much for breakfast, I love Grey's, I like edible things...

See you all soon, and hopefully some of you can make it to the GG kickoff dinner! :)

A Warm Welcome to You All

Hello everyone!

Welcome to Gastronome Guild. The Guild is where we, the high school students, can get together to share recipes, photos, and anecdotes relating to our triumphs and travails with food.

Whether it be in the kitchen or at a restaurant, we’ve all been there: gel food coloring clumping with the flour, grease fires, failed tomato slices, amazing chilean sea bass, rude waiters, can’t-pass-up guacamole, and so much more.

Here at Gastronome Guild, we’ll post Do’s and Don’ts, restaurant reviews, pictures, and quick recipes (for all the procrasti-bakers out there). And we won’t be able to do this without your help! Send us things at gastronomeguild@gmail.com, and expect to see it up in this blog real soon!

Also, unlike traditional Weston High School clubs, we will not regularly meet on Wednesdays. However, we will have monthly outings to restaurants, baking parties, and other activities that may fancy our well developed taste buds.

So all of you teenage epicureans and gastronomes out there:

If you ever feel the urge to procrastinate, visit us here; and stay as long as you like.