Thursday, May 17, 2007

World collides with itself

My narcissist isolation has been interrupted by news hurtling across the internets of a local food kerfuffle. In short, Steve Sando was forced to lay the smackdown on Slow Food guru Carlo Petrini.

Now I know no one wants to see me come crawling back to the intarnets just to say I told you so, or, in fact, gives a shit what I think. But this is too good to pass up.

First of all -- sorry -- the proposition that Ferry Plaza isn't some kind of weekly yuppie Woodstock is laughable. But the idea that it only just occurred to Carlo Petrini that the mingling of serious food and self-important rich people (who aren't Carlo Petrini) is somehow objectionable is off-the-charts absurd.

Of course, this kind of miscegeny is inevitable, and it's not the end of the world, as much as some people might agonize about it. But it does represent the contradiction at the heart of the "food movement" (someone has to pay for utopia), which no one on the face of the planet has done more to yuppify than Carlo Petrini.

Would it be uncharitable to wonder if the Piedmontese ruling classes prefer their agarian heroes to look more like peasants than "surfers" and "movie stars"?

Related: Joe "the surfer" (who happens to grow the best tomatoes in Northern California) responds at Small Farms, and Andy Griffin explains how to charge for quality and still lose money.

See you next year.

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Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Just saying...

The Times spelled Garcilaso de la Vega wrong.

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Monday, May 07, 2007

Derby day

Although I'm sadly bereft of julep cups, the WORLD'S LARGEST TRACTOR glasses proved a suitable though perhaps excessively capacious vessel for my Derby day mint juleps.


So, uh, who won? I was asleep by noon.

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