You Are What You Eat, Chris Hampton

Name: Chris Hampton

Occupation: nonprofit pr flack, freelance copy editor, blogger, knitter, curator and emcee of the WYSIWYG Talent Show, and partially-reformed Southerner.

Borough: Brooklyn

What did you eat today?

Breakfast: Coffee, an egg sandwich, and more coffee

Lunch: Leftover chicken makhani from the Indian joint near my office, Diet Pepsi.

Dinner: as soon as I send this off to you I'm going to be slapping together some grilled shrimp and a big salad with lots of cilantro, avocado lemon juice, and olive oil.  And another Diet Pepsi.  Caffeine, baby.

What do you never eat?

Raw onions, liver, Republicans.

Complete this sentence:  In my refrigerator, you can always find:

Cilantro, Diet Pepsi, lemons, tamari, at least one container of dangerously-expired yogurt, and milk for my coffee. And there's always a big bag of frozen shrimp in the freezer for popping into salads.

What is your favorite kitchen item?

That would be a toss-up between my mom's old crockpot and my George Forman grill thingy.  I use that stupid thing at least three times a week.

Where do you eat out most frequently?

I don't eat out nearly as much as I'd like due to the whole broke-ass nonprofit worker thing, but I adore El Gran Castillo de Jagua.  It's this Dominican carnivore's paradise on Flatbush where the pork chops are bigger than your head, you can get any kind of plantain dish imaginable, the rice and beans are plentiful, and you can stuff yourself silly for less than ten bucks. 

World ends tomorrow.  What would you like for your last meal?

I'd raise my mama from the dead so I could have her fried chicken with biscuits and gravy one last time, and top it off with some form – ANY form – of dark chocolate.

Put on your roomiest trench coat, cuz it's getting hot and heavy over at Uffish.