Name: Adam Kuban
Occupation: Copy editor at Martha Stewart Living magazine
Borough: The BK. (Park Slope represent.)
What did you eat today?
8 a.m., breakfast: Cracklin’ Oat Bran in organic whole milk, with a baby banana, thinly sliced into the bowl.
1 p.m., lunch: Small chicken and basmati rice with veggies, chickpeas, and hot and white sauce, from the Trini-Paki Boyz street cart on 43rd and Sixth Ave. Great stuff, and at $2.50 for a small serving — the perfect amount for a pizza/burger blogger watching his weight — a great deal. And a cold, cold can of Coke.
2 p.m., coworker’s birthday party: 3 chocolate chip cookies with milk; tortilla chips with freshly made guacamole; a homemade toasted-coconut, caramel, and chocolate bar cookie Ã la those delicious Girl Scout cookies; one miniature "brownie bite"; half a Sour Power watermelon strip (too sour to finish). And a can of Coke.
3 p.m., mid-afternoon snack: Two sticks of Glico Pizza Pretz. [Ed.–Two sticks? How can you stop at two? That’s Herculean.]
4:30 p.m., late-afternoon snack: Hershey’s new Take Five candy bar, a tasty combination of pretzels, peanuts AND peanut butter, chocolate, and caramel.
10:20 p.m., dinner: 1/2-pound hamburger, cooked medium-rare, with cheddar and a slice of crisp white onion. Side of fries. And a pickle. Two Brooklyn Lagers.
What do you never eat?
Vegetables, judging from the day’s meal. Actually, I’ll try just about anything, but I really don’t like olives. Pretty strange for a pizza guy, huh? Olive oil: Mmm, so so good. Whole olives: Not so much.
Complete this sentence: In my refrigerator, you can always find:
Liquid rennet, for making homemade mozzarella. It’s a small bottle, but a little goes a long way, and I’m nowhere near finishing it. (And, unfortunately, I haven’t made mutz in a long time.)
Oh, and like most everyone, condiments and sauces: a few different mustards, ketchup, tonkatsu sauce, etc.
What is your favorite kitchen item?
"Big Red," my stand mixer, which is, you guessed it, red. Specifically "Empire Red," as per the Kitchen Aid company. As long as I keep my electric bill paid, there’s no need to knead dough by hand in this guy’s apartment. Close second: the CD player. Good music
always makes cooking more enjoyable.
Where do you eat out most frequently?
Honestly? Pret. I usually forget to pack a lunch, and it’s one of the best food dispensaries near the office, which is in the food-poor section of the city known as Midtown. I’m notoriously impatient and hate lines (DiFara Pizza and Shake Shack, therefore, are great sources of angst in my world). So Pret’s premade sandwiches and
brigade of cashiers does me right.
World ends tomorrow. What would you like for your last meal?
Oh my. That’s quite a doozy. Hmm. Well, I’d like to have a picnic on a certain beach with friends. On the menu:
A sack of White Castle hamburgers and cheeseburgers.
Onion rings — real rings from the sweetest, crispest onions I could find (not those mushy diced things that all New York diners seem to serve), with a light batter perfectly fried to a light-golden hue.
Cold, cold Mexican Coca-Cola — the kind made with real cane sugar and bottled in curvy glass bottles.
Funnel cake for dessert.
And vanilla chocolate chip ice cream in a waffle cone with a chocolate-sprinkle rim.
(Basically a county fair in a nutshell.)