Kristin L. Wolfe
Bio
Regional Food/Arts Writer passionate about NYC, the Hudson Valley, and Coastal Connecticut; Writing Professor at various colleges including School of Visual Arts in Manhattan and the Culinary Institute of America along the Hudson River.
Stories (2/0)
Skirt Steak
Skirt Steak: From Gray Puck of Sadness to Juicy Strip of Yes, Please. by Kristin L. Wolfe When I first moved to New York from San Francisco in 1999, I was in an amateur flamenco troupe, fully adorned with castanets, doing Palmas, whipping the ruffled black skirt, and, well...there was the stomping. I’m telling you; I’ve got rhythm. The one, two, one, two, smooth side-to-side of merengue is my favorite, but I must apologize, these hips lie. Look closely, I’m a third-generation part Ukrainian part Italian born in Philadelphia. Zoom in even closer, and I just need a rolling pin and a scowl, and I’d echo the square babushkas in kitchens from a hundred years ago. Don’t get me wrong, I am proud of these roots, and have even gotten a lot of mouth-watering food out of it, but not steak. My Eastern European roots did not give me steak. Even the splash of Italian that zips in and out of the Lerario’s on my mom’s side, did not give me steak.
By Kristin L. Wolfe2 years ago in Feast
