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Kim Severson is a four-time James Beard award-winning food writer, and former staff writer for The New York Times. Her memoir, “Spoon Fed: How Eight Cooks Saved My Life,” was published in April 2010.
This past July, Severson announced that she is leaving her food writing position at The Times and moving to Atlanta to assume the role as the paper's bureau chief there. Of the move, she writes:
I’m moving from my job as a Dining writer for The New York Times to one in which I will cover the south as the Atlanta bureau chief for The New York Times. That means a move from Brooklyn to Atlanta and a forced purging of the kitchen. The onions, potatoes and garlic can all be distributed to friends and neighbors. The Rancho Gordo beans and AP flour can go in a box and meet me in Atlanta. But the movers have a strict no liquids/no perishables policy. What's worse, the airlines have a draconian approach to carrying certain food and drink in carry-on luggage. And I’ll be without refrigeration for a bit. As a result, my heart is already starting to break for the things I can’t take with me.
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Yesterday evening at a Polynesian bar a few blocks off Las Vegas Boulevard, I hoisted a tiki mug (or two) with a dear old friend. A couple of hours in, I excused myself to the ladies room and as I was fussing over my lipstick in the mirror, a woman lurched in and beelined for a stall behind me. Signs pointed to her...not being well.
Can't say she hadn't been warned. Each drink's potency level is demarcated on the menu; two cartoon skulls means a gentle buzz and five - hold onto your kula shaker. My grand total for the evening was a five, and judging from the distress I overheard - and the bucket I noted the bartender toting over to the dark dais where her party had been whooping it up - she netted out at a 10+.
One red-eye flight and a bumpy cab ride back to Brooklyn, I'm fresh as a daisy. I cannot imagine this day is being similarly kind to to our wounded Wahine.
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