City Pulse - Food http://www.lansingcitypulse.com/lansing/articles.sec-237-1-food.html <![CDATA[Bridges to Lebanon]]> As a longtime Lansing-ite and a person who is always thinking about her next meal, it was with intense intrigue that I first approached Maureen Abood’s culinary blog, "Rose Water and Orange Blossoms," a few years ago. Abood is a member of a prominent Lansing family, one whose generations stretch back into the city’s lore. “My Abood grandparents came to Lansing in the 1920s,” Abood said. “There were already people here from their village in Lebanon.”]]> <![CDATA[Abroad appeal]]> If an MSU student’s academic career were a musical movement, every April would be the tension and May would be the release. Some students stick around to work in town to pay the bills, while others go home for free laundry season. But many Spartans choose to study abroad, driven by a thirst for international experiences. The liquid temptations of Tel Aviv, Madrid and Amsterdam will surely be ignored by the studious green and white, right? ]]> <![CDATA[He Ate, She Ate]]> <![CDATA[He Ate, She Ate]]> <![CDATA[Perpetual harvest]]> <![CDATA[Grape expectations]]> February sucks. This is irrefutable; the pounding winter sucks your life away. Ronnie James Dio once sang, “The vision never dies, life’s a never ending wheel.” February is the coldest, most depressing wheel you’re ever going to encounter, so it makes good sense to put a romantic holiday right in the middle of it.]]> <![CDATA[He ate: Tripping over superlatives]]> <![CDATA[She ate: Winter flavors wow]]> ]]> <![CDATA[Wine and dine]]> Beer and burritos are truth. There’s something magical about annihilating a fat chimichanga while throwing back some Bohemia pilsners. This simple and glorious decadence that has proven to resolve 70 percent of roommate disputes involving unwashed dishes and friends who sleep on the couch. ]]> <![CDATA[He ate:´More, please´]]> <![CDATA[She ate: Top five]]> <![CDATA[He Ate, She Ate]]> <![CDATA[On the bubbly]]> In the video for his 2006 song, “Show Me What You Got,” Jay-Z is presented with a bottle of Cristal at a poker table only to dismiss it in favor of a gold bottle of Ace of Spades, aka Armand de Brignac, which sells for roughly $300 per bottle. Cut to 2014: Jay-Z bought the winery last month for an undisclosed amount. ]]> <![CDATA[He Ate, She Ate]]> <![CDATA[Returning to their roots]]> It felt like the meeting of a secret club as participants followed the shelter signs into the basement of downtown Lansing’s Capital Area District Library. In a large storage room, the walls were lined with tables bearing a buffet of culinary items for the September gathering of the Mid-Mitten Homemade Food Swap. It’s not a potluck or a farmers market, but something in the middle. Some came as far as 80 miles to trade items like maple vanilla coffee syrup, apple pies, egg rolls and fruit-infused vodka. There were about 20 swappers, some bringing as many at four different menu items. Some brought 10 or 15 items.]]> <![CDATA[Swap, meet, sample]]> <![CDATA[Body, mind and wallet]]> <![CDATA[He Ate, She Ate]]> ]]> <![CDATA[He ate: A quirky love story]]> There is a love story unfolding in South Lansing. I’ve only glimpsed the plot, but I don’t know the characters’ names and haven’t the foggiest how it will all turn out. If it doesn’t have a happy ending, though, I will curse the cruel fates. ]]> <![CDATA[She ate: Pushing the (egg) envelope]]>