tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36025192012-01-30T22:28:22.230Zmmwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17678262505556463324noreply@blogger.comBlogger13581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602519.post-33234094628967189962009-02-23T18:15:00.004Z2009-02-23T18:18:56.373Z

Bill Niman built a $65 million empire on a simple idea that revolutionized the food world - that meat could be more than just what's for dinner. It could be raised naturally, humanely and sustainably, better for people and the planet. Niman knew success would take time, but believed his methods would prove profitable.But in nearly 30 years of existence, despite becoming the darling of high-end

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My supermarket now has gluten-free chickens.

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"I mean, I cannot believe when, like, people expected me to remember their name when they didn't wear lipstick and didn't dye their hair blonde."-- Eve BabitzRELATED (in my mind): Maya Deren on Youtube!!!1!!1:

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Kishu mandarins.They are good.That is all.

mmwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17678262505556463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602519.post-49658322615236745692007-12-06T05:46:00.000Z2007-12-06T06:18:52.369Z

An omelet and a bottle of wine. Seriously, is there a better dinner? All you need is eggs and butter, plus whatever embellishments you feel like and/or can scrounge because you're too lazy to go to the store. 1 pan, 1 fork, 1 plate. And if you have the secret ingredient -- salted capers* -- you don't even need salt.Ok, honestly, my minimum embellishments are capers, thyme and garlic, but I always

mmwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17678262505556463324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602519.post-368598592094134182007-11-29T17:17:00.000Z2007-11-29T19:14:31.860Z

Endive is the dry white toast of the chicory family. It reminds me of a time when one said the word gourmet without irony, and Craig Claiborne was still alive (...and therefore the ancient Blues Brothers reference is perfectly appropriate). However: it's actually pretty damn good, and you can get non-bitter greens-eating people to eat it raw, which comes in handy this time of year, when

mmwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17678262505556463324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602519.post-18726553925984446172007-11-07T06:36:00.000Z2007-11-07T07:35:00.352Z

Because I am an old person, I bought the collector's edition of Closer last week. Standing in line, I realized that it was the first CD I ever bought, 21 years ago. How's that for instant mortality? [Actually, I didn't buy it, I got it and The Age of Quarrel for Christmas with my first CD player]. Anyway, someone stole it in high school, and I never bothered to replace it.In my dotage, I want to

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A belated celebration of Chris Colon (fuck you, I had to work) and update of my occasional annual series of good things:1. I'm not really a dessert person. Sugar interferes with my preferred methods of dopamine pathway alignment. (I do, however, like it when you order dessert at a restaurant, because it gives me time to drink a digestif). But a few months ago, I realized that chocolate can be had

mmwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17678262505556463324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602519.post-68945926997990220192007-09-26T20:18:00.000Z2007-09-26T20:36:16.006Z

I just assumed Sunday was a proverbially slow news day when the Chron ran a farm bill article on A-1 (Steve Sullivan having had little effect on DiFi), but today Gawker Media is liveblogging a House food safety hearing. Yes, it's Consumerist, but still.*(Practically unprecedented) CorrectionIt looks like I will have to revise the timeline of my Kim Severson mockery, to judge by Craig Claiborne's

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Hey, the Chron noticed that farmer's markets suck. No, nothing new happened, but the interviews give a good sense of how much unpleasant work -- and driving -- is involved in the delivery of your local food. Also, the Disneyfication of Ferry Plaza. Julia Wiley gets the gold star for this quote: "I'm not a value-added farm wife."Allow me to suggest that you eat some figs while you still can. I

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When I heard that the Rangers beat the Orioles 30-3 the other night, I have to admit, the first thing I thought of was Tim Kurkjian's reaction. And it was much, much better than I imagined.

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RIP, Terra Firma:....Our sales at this market have not kept up with our sales through other outlets, particularly our CSA boxes, much less with inflation. We have found that every year, it takes more staff at the market to sell the same volume of produce....They're cutting back to an April through July schedule.I'm going to have to find out what Julie Guthman has to say about this.

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Like most reasonable Americans, I decided long ago that the best response to the state of our government is to ignore it... hey! did you hear what happened to Lolhan? But last March I found myself uncharacteristically stricken by George Packer's report on the plight of the Iraqis who have tried to save us from our own incompetence: in short, we're leaving them to die.Last month, Packer updated

mmwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17678262505556463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602519.post-48994203699147356742007-07-13T00:29:00.000Z2007-07-13T00:33:23.417Z

It turns out that all the incoherent mouthbreathers that populate the internets are CEOs.

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Is it possible that the Gainesville Sun is funnier than Bad News Hughes?

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I was struggling to compose a suitable peroration for the fifth anniversary of this blog when I realized it was actually the sixth anniversary. Man, time flies when you totally don't give a shit. Just kidding: the last year doesn't even count. But don't worry, I still have nothing to say.Except for the following, composed in your honor at the risk of redundancy. This is the time of year when it's

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I probably get Journey in my head at least once a week. You cannot imagine the joy of waking up this morning with the knowledge that probably 100 million people were sharing my pain for one day.Hold on to that feeling, suckers. It won't be long until the sequel.

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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

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The Times spelled Garcilaso de la Vega wrong.

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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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... a world in which reporters do real research on interesting topics, then report them coherently in the paper. Today, your dream is reality.

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Because I normally only mention the New Yorker to excoriate it -- and Gopnik in particular -- I'd like to point out that his piece on Kingsley Amis seems about right. I've been reading Larkin's letters (whence the awesome microbial turn of phrase above) and, miraculously, nothing Gopnik wrote directly contradicted reason or the evidence of the letters. Suppose I'd have to check Amis's to be sure.

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Dirty hippie teen* (looking at fixed menu): Eighty-five dollars! Ooooh look: [attempting to say apertif] An aperture. And [attempting to say carpaccio] sar... pish... o with baby leeks! Slightly less dirty hippie teen: Dude, haven't you heard about this place! It's run by Alice Waters, she's all into... localities and shit. [Pause] Slightly less dirty hippie teen: Yeah, she's really blowin' up

mmwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17678262505556463324noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602519.post-17871257127780800832007-03-09T22:52:00.000Z2007-03-09T23:27:07.689Z

I have had a lot of really crappy stoves. For six (?) years I lived in a tiny apartment with a behemoth (irony!) with no thermostat and a hole in the back. Actually, the biggest irony was that it was (or had once been) white but the "brand" name was BROWN. God that cracked me up.The thing about the BROWN stove was that it cranked out amazing food. The temperature range went all the way from on to

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Some friends gave me Sunday Suppers at Lucques, so I cooked them dinner from it. It's been a while since I did a real dinner party, and I have to admit it was, in fact, fun, both the cooking and the eating.And the drinking.The food was uniformly excellent. My first impression of the book was not charitable: poor man's Zuni. Second impression: how many braised fucking short rib recipes am I going

mmwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17678262505556463324noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602519.post-51272733631924654052007-02-27T20:42:00.000Z2007-02-27T20:42:01.952Z

"Mr. Lu and Dr. Steinhardt said they regretted what they called a misunderstanding. They pointed out that the length of their report was strictly enforced by journal editors, but it did include two footnotes to Dr. Makovicky’s research. None of the referees or editors who reviewed the paper, Dr. Steinhardt said, asked for more attention to the previous research."

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In the past I've been very skeptical of the quality of California blood oranges, but this last batch of moros -- though they did not resemble any other moros I've had except for the extreme pigmentation -- was fantastic. Tasted more of blackberry than citrus. Also, I'd like to note that I came up with the perverse relief of Denby week a full three years ago.

mmwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17678262505556463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602519.post-42949327569382981472007-02-22T17:32:00.000Z2007-02-22T17:35:48.798Z

Is there a news channel on satellite radio that covers everything except the Presidential race? Because I'm in, I don't care what it costs.

mmwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17678262505556463324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602519.post-18827365876825105152007-02-21T19:51:00.000Z2007-02-22T20:41:28.778Z

What crazy person is responsible for the Times's invention of a region called "Abruzzi"? (I've noted this before re: "Apulia").To help readers confused by the Times's bizarre fetish for archaic place names, I've appended this handy map of southeast Asia, or, as it is properly named, "the orient":

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What did Molly Ivins name her dog?Also, I'd like to read her original version of that chicken slaughter article. The lede: The annual Corrales chicken slaughter was well under way by 6 A.M. today and the first "medicinal" beer emerged at 7:30. By that time, there was a satisfactory pile of chicken heads next to the chopping block, a mess in the bucket and many handsomely dressed chickens waiting

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If I had room in the freezer, I would have to buy this

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Surprisingly, I'm kind of losing my good things momentum, but tangerines are a no-brainer. It's still a little bit early for the best Pages, but the Satsumas are excellent this year. I'm pretty sure that I didn't read a single book published this year, except Elizabeth Kolbert's global warming book, as published in the New Yorker. But that would make a pretty good Christmas present! If for

mmwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17678262505556463324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602519.post-1165349429429501082006-12-05T20:10:00.000Z2006-12-05T20:29:41.213Z

.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #993300;}.flickr-yourcomment {}.flickr-frame { float: left; width: 150px; text-align: center; padding: 3px; margin-right: 10px;}.flickr-caption { font: 75%;/* color: #666666; */ margin-top: 0px;}.flickr-buddyicon { margin-right:5px; vertical-align:middle; border: solid 1px;}.flickr-postedby { font: 75%;} There is nothing intrinsically wintry about salt

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Regular readers (ha!) will have noticed a dearth of food writing here in recent months. Mostly this is because I can no longer bear to read much of anything about food anymore. The other day my neighbor ripped a pomegranate cocktail recipe out of some woman's magazine for me, and it bore a remarkable similarity to the recipe I'd been composing in my head as the pomegranates ripen. (Not mysterious

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Among the various amusing and/or inexplicable errors in this Times article on the Archimedes palimpsest is at least one useful piece of information: a link to the project's website, where you can read accurate information about the MS, as well as an interesting discussion of the various imaging techniques they are using. And if, for some reason, you are interested in the theft of antiquities, do

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Believe it or not, Colors magazine #69 is the most interesting thing I have read about Terra Madre.

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... for the dead.

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Notwithstanding the Chron's admirably front page reportage, Terra Madre remains under-reported in American media, to judge by google news. But you can, at least, follow along at La Stampa.

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If you are selling something, including yourself, don't tell me about it unless you have a reason to believe I'm interested. I will immediately delete your comment or email, and create a filter so I never hear from you again.Everyone else, be advised that I will never get an email from you if it mentions Buddha thanks to some pathetic piece of shit in Scotland or Russia or something. Not that I

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After an early disappointment, I'm pleased to report that Paul Bertolli's Toscano is excellent. I try to avoid articles like this, but: when does comic incompetence become apocalyptic stupidity? Spinach: Michael Pollan sometimes annoys me, but when he's good, he's good. Via the oft-irritating Food First, whose archives are a couple years out of date: Union-Supported Agriculture in Brewer, Maine.

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I bought some "designer" jeans. It would ashame me, were I capable of shame, to say that this is my third pair of "designer" jeans, including one by an actual "designer" you have heard of. That pair was stolen by gypsies. No one you have heard of, unless you are a douche, was involved in the production of my new jeans, but that did not stop four (4) of the responsible parties from signing the

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1. They don't make 'em like they used toA's-Tigers 1972 ALCS, game 5:Reggie Jackson pulled his hamstring sliding into home plate on a double steal (he missed the World Series) and center fielder George Hendrick, moments before catching the final out, was pelted in the back with a whiskey bottle.2. Great moments in analogy2006 Raiders-49ers game:Maybe Johnny Rotten said it best in 1978, when he

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It took a mere 30 seconds of the late game last night to realize the most important reason for local interest in October baseball: you don't have to watch it on national TV. Seriously, is Joe Buck not the most fatuous asshole in history?*RIP, Johnny Apple. The Times obit's coupling of Dickensian and Churchillian epithets to the requisite Falstaffian seems appropriately hyperbolic. But magnums of

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1. October baseball. Two years is too long to go without. It's on. 2. Clairette de Die. I've been looking for this stuff for so long I forgot about it. Then last week it appeared at my local wine merchant. Fizzy. A little sweet. Low alcohol. Pliny dug it and so will you.... And the appropriate celebration for #1 above. Represent!

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Andy Griffin has more on spinach stupidity.

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If you are for some reason confused about E. coli 0157:H7 and spinach, read this. There is nothing more to say.Except that they should have sprayed the spinach with a nice viral slurry.

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Had enough of the "Dante-quoting butcher" yet?

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My new favorite thing: I even discovered the key word of American culture, namely 'Why not,' starting with the traditional invitation such as 'Why don't you have dinner with me tomorrow?' and ending with a declaration of love such as 'Why don't you sleep with me tonight?' Europeans do things due to emotional or rational reasons that speak for such an action whereas Americans do things when

mmwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17678262505556463324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602519.post-1155576410798664132006-08-14T17:26:00.000Z2006-08-14T17:28:57.430Z

One must be grateful that the new Musée du quai Branly has cataloged its entire collection of 300,000 colonial objects online, but one wishes the pictures were big enough to see what's going on. Also, some kind of description would be nice. [Tenuous attempt to relate this to my nominal subject: search the catalog for "mortier" to see (tiny pictures of) their 827 mortars from all over the world.]

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The good news is that even the Times must now realize that rosé is passé; they will finally stop running articles about it; and the MyShapes kids will revert to Red Bull and Jägërmëïstër, or whatever it is they normally drink.The bad news is that this article about unspeakable douchebags drinking Cristal rosé was allowed to exist.Actually, the other good news is that, as Method Man has taught us,

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Man this weather is brutal. It broke eighty degrees here yesterday. Fahrenheit!The cure is a cool drink on the patio after a long day: specifically The Miracle of Summer. This drink consists of Fergus Henderson's Miracle topped off with lavish quantities of soda water. Or seltzer, whatever. Basically a Fernet spritzer (over the years, I've realized that the creme de menthe should play a role like

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Speaking of David Karp, I just had a delicious and interesting new stone fruit, which the store called a "Black Velvet apricot," I think (senility may be setting in here). The skin is indeed almost black, at the darkest edge of the plum spectrum, but just slightly downy like a normal apricot. Flavor was not earth-shattering, but surprisingly good acid and sugar, without that over-the-top apricot

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Lest I be accused of permanent negativity, I'd like to point out this typically superb David Karp article on Fragaria moschata in the new Smithsonian.Also: John Seabrook's excellent 2002 article on Karp. From the New Yorker.No mistakes.

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I was attempting to enjoy a normal, New Yorker-free life when I came across: Paris et al., "First Known Image of Cucurbita in Europe, 1503-1508," Annals of Botany 98 (2006) 401-7.The authors compare a series of cucurbit paintings in the Grandes Heures d'Anne de Bretagne. The bottle gourd (Lagenaria siceraria) is labeled Cucurbita/Quegourdes; the painting they ID as Cucurbita pepo (i.e., "squash")

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A few clarifications about Buford. There are two separate issues here. First, the New Yorker's fact-checking. Yes, people make mistakes.* And even if these are particularly surprising, given the obviousness of the mistakes, the ease with which they can be verified, and the relative quality of the publication, they are not, indeed, the end of the world. The more important issue** is that Bill

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If, as the latest "Contributors" appears to suggest, Bill Buford is the official New Yorker food writer, they are going to have to invest in some better fact-checkers. In a series of errors reminiscent of his earlier offenses, Buford writes:Dessert is a modern concept. Chaucer didn't eat one. Neither did Shakespeare. Even as late as the sixteen-sixties, in the diaries of Samuel Pepys, and nearly

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Feeling extra-ironic, I grilled a Uruguayan grassfed ribeye last night. It definitely tasted better than the last time I attempted a similar cut of the local product (which was a long time ago, because it was not good). Iodine-y and a little offal-y, without tasting off. But, please:Amateurish back-of-napkin calculations based on Power Steer, metafilter, and a new variable I've invented called

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I pity those of you who have no alternative to Whole Foods. I try to ignore them, and I certainly never shop there, which is why I have very little to say about last week's arthro-posturing (also, I don't really like lobster). But the Cod is appropriately outraged; and Trevor Corson* has some interesting things to say as well. To celebrate, he decides to grill a soy mock-lobster recomended by

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After I smugly explained to the farmers market blueberry lady what my cardoons -- sorry, Paul, cardoni -- were and how to cook them, I went home and cooked them à la grecque... and nearly choked on the result. Even my half-dead palate could barely handle the bitterness. I admit failure. What, short of bagna cauda, do you do with cardoon?Lest you imagine I've lost my touch, I should mention that I

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Normally I'm disinclined to give a shit about baseball's "steroid" "controversy", but the angst occasioned by a possible link between Albert Pujols and alleged HGH kingpin Jason Grimsley is starting to piss me off. Sure, Pujols seems like a "nice guy" and Barry Bonds doesn't, but that means nothing except as an index of how each man treats the "journalists" who constantly pester them. It is

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Frankly, I'm relieved the National Day of Slayer is over. Enthusiasm is so exhausting. And I didn't want to say anything at the time, but 6/6/6 really should have been National Day of Venom, or, you know, of some band that's actually satanic. Or, better, National Day of Fantômas's cover of the song from The Omen, which is so brilliant you should probably buy the album even if you're a normal

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As I was ironing my stylish designer shirt this morning, something in me snapped. Because I'm a gigantic fucking rebel. If I have to work today, I'm going to wear my Slayer shirt, goddammit. That's just how we represent west coast style. And of course, my Prada shoes. Because the motherfucking devil wears them.* Yes, I stole that idea from my extremely hott and fashionable wife.Not only that,

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Although Marian Burros doesn't really go into detail on joys of mackerel -- which are manifold, at least for Atlantic mackerel -- she does (inadvertently) bring up the problems with eating down on the food chain, explained in a heroically discursive post two years ago. How did I write all that? Problem: once humans really start competing with big pelagic fish for dinner, whatever we haven't

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Exclusive: Colman Andrews assures us that Saveur is alive and well. Also (I don't know how long it's been up), they now have a complete recipe index on their site, which might be the most useful thing ever.*Yes, we're all getting a little bored with the run-up to the National Day of Slayer, but this is no time to slack off. From the Times's dalliance with SunnO))) to Mastodon-hijacked ipods, the

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Finally, the Chron admits: Wine tastings are like the Special Olymics. Of course they buried the lede.

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Mmmm, Taco Cabana. These are heady times, people. In addition to the National Day of Slayer, we have 100 years of meat inspection to celebrate. Try not to do anything too crazy. As part of our continuing countdown to the NDoS, I present the only photo on the entire internet of Dave Lombardo in Cremaster 2.

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Only two weeks until the National Day of Slayer. No self-mutilation required. Relatedly, I would like to join the lovely ladies of fug in lamenting the absence of Eurovision -- and particularly Lordi -- from our airwaves. No one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of American network programmers. Douchebags. [via hw].

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Finally, the answer to the burning question: "What do you eat with coffee brandy?" Ex-lax brownies of course. Duh. Conversely, Mainers on vacation should not wash down their pink tacos with a sombrero.*While I'm away, fortify yourself for the NATIONAL DAY OF SLAYER with Dokaka's cover of Angel of Death.

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In case you were wondering where one of my clever and obscure subtitles comes from:Even or especially in death, Gloria Emerson refused to make it easy for The New York Times. Emerson, who wrote for The Times from the wreckage of Southeast Asia at the tail end of the Vietnam War, died (reportedly at her own hand) last week -- but not before leaving a series of notes and her own obituary, written

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The picture accompanying this remedial oh-shit-you-mean-meat-comes-from- animals? article is particularly awesome because it shows Michael Pollan buying the extremely rare non-organic produce at the Berkeley Farmers Market.

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1. When you're too lazy to listen to the best album in the world because you own it on vinyl, do you just buy it again from itunes? This seems... expensive. I have a lot of best albums in the world. Plus, it will sound so much shitter on .mp3. 2. Obvs. I'm too lazy to write anything here, but I did manage to put 3 sentences together in the Cod's comments, on the topic of the the lazy lunch in

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Ask and ye shall recieve.

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Peeps turducken. Plus: LJ McGriddle fanfic. All via mefi.

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Speaking of periodicals, I was planning to stop subscribing to Art of Eating, because it's not cheap and I've been disappointed with the ever-increasing Ed-edited content, as opposed to the Ed-authored. But the latest issue, entirely Ed-free, is excellent. My only objection is to Derrick's article on Mosel reislings: if consumer ignorance of these wines "keeps the price low for those of us who do

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A loyal reader (who knew?) alerts me to the federal subsidy of a Quiznos sub. Now I'm no fan of compelled government speech -- which is what the Supreme Court has decided checkoffs are -- but you'll understand if I fail to muster sufficient outrage here. That would depend on the conviction that the USDA's nutritionists are any less full of shit than its agribusiness marketers. [Marion Nestle, who

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My attention, obviously, has been wandering, primarily to my garden. You can follow along if you're interested, though I doubt the demographics will overlap much. [Nascent, collaborative] garden blogs = web 3.0.But I am not entirely abandoning badthings. That would be too Sac-like, and besides, there remain many things that piss me off.A couple things:Since it has been the most emailed story all

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Citrus is now in full effect, as witnessed by the first Pixies of the year -- not yet Ojai, nor at the height of their powers, but nevertheless a joyous sight. Satsumas and Paiges are winding down, and Gold Nuggets, mentioned earlier, appear to be more morphologically unstable than they first seemed: some of them are very large (others remain small and cute).Also spotted: a new blood orange

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Readers interested in the workings of restaurant kitchens may be interested in this article and this one, by two fine young writers.

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Last weekend I had to pull up a Persian mint that was spreading aggressively, as mints are wont to do. A shame really: the Persians have excellent, subtle flavor, but they're just too invasive.Just imagine if they got their hands on nuclear weapons.Seriously, though, everyone should read Steve Coll's piece in the anniversary New Yorker about subcontinental deterrance.

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Don't worry: taxes, not death.As long as I'm here, I should mention Russ Parsons's two-week-old mandarin article before it vanishes into the archives. East coasters are probably better off sticking to Spain, but I just found some of the relatively new Gold Nuggets, which are quite good, with atypically high (but balanced) acid for a new variety. "California clementines" are to be avoided as far

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I'm not really reading the paper these days, so it's only thanks to gawker that I noticed Mrs. Latte's heartwarming return to newsprint. In the past I would have enjoyed her first tentative explorations with the phallic object, or maybe railed semi-coherently at her cavalier abuse of the word "hispanic", but I'm horticulturally preoccupied. In short, nothing to see here.Gawker also alerted us to

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"On Monday, Mr. Galliano sent out a provocative collection with allusions -- in the rough work boots and red-splattered white organza -- to the French Revolution and, not incidentally, to the recent riots in France."First of all, I'd like someone to come up with anything French that doesn't "allude" to the Revolution. This is a fucking allusion; the Revolution is the necessary condition for the

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At least the USDA is serving its constituency, right? I mean, it is a travesty that said constituency is meatpackers and not consumers, but they do know what side the bread's buttered on?Well, no:Japan's Agriculture Ministry has announced it will reinstate a ban on all U.S. beef imports following the discovery of parts of a vertebral column in a product shipment from the United States to Narita

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Cheddar Dashi vs. lemon quinoa spaetzle.Update: Madrid fusión, ground zero for this kind of bullshit, just ended. Via sw, Chow reports, culi decides:Because in the name of wishful thinking, if I had to name one food trend that I would love to see spread like wildfire this year, it would be that the world's league of exemplary chefs exclusively associate their names and restaurants with the best

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It's not you, it's my garden. So much more interesting than teh internets these days. Sorry. Here's the question:Got a quart or so of duck fat left over from holiday festivities. What do I do with it? Aside, of course from Freddie's Potatoes (another old book you should buy). Also, there's the famous duck fat toast trick. But that's a lot of duck fat people. Help me out.Linkdump: too many

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If you missed Miriam Pawel's depressing multipart story of the UFW's demise, at least read the first one. Somehow I doubt Andy Stern can help.Further miscellany: Awesome picture of Englishmen trying to figure out how to eat corn on the cob [via, via]. Judging from the entries in this "food" "blog" "meme", the world needs a stiff dose of the ongoing old books made new series. I'll see what I can

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If you have not been reading George Packer in the New Yorker, and you have any interest in the war in Iraq, you should probably pick up his new book. Decide for yourself: he acquitted himself well on The Daily Show last week, and more substantively on some npr show; print interviews with Birnbaum and the Chron; the book's intro.

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It is almost embarassing to have to recommend one of the two or three best books ever written about food, but I was reminded of Richard Olney's greatness while looking something up the other day. Simple French Food answers the question "what is a cookbook for?" both ways: learning and cooking. All patiently explained in inimitable prose:But the crystalline consommé's world now increasingly

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Hey, the Secretary of Agriculture says that chicken is safe! One might be excused for taking such assurances with a grain of salt, considering the USDA's habitual vigilance in other areas:biotechnology regulators did not always notice violations of their own rules, did not inspect planting sites when they should have and did not assure that the genetically engineered crops were destroyed when the

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.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #993300;}.flickr-yourcomment {}.flickr-frame { float: left; width: 150px; text-align: center; padding: 3px; margin-right: 10px;}.flickr-caption { font: 75%;/* color: #666666; */ margin-top: 0px;}.flickr-buddyicon { margin-right:5px; vertical-align:middle; border: solid 1px;}.flickr-postedby { font: 75%;} I guess Vince Young's middle name is now

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For wine obsessives: Kermit Lynch on Grape Radio [direct link to .mp3]. Entertaining discussion of the horrors of new oak, Aussie "cough syrup," draconian French DUI laws, and other usual suspects. For carnivores: human bondage in the meat plant. If this sounds like old news, it is.Hey look, a new food blog... network.

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A New Year miracle! Just when I had completely stopped caring, what fish should swim into the 'lil NYTM barrel but Heidi fucking Julavits, in answer to the urgent question: What kind of douchebag goes to Kyoto for a year and thinks only about doughnuts?My American relationship to sugar is always to want more of it; to encounter a sweet that doesn't court abuse in order to be enjoyed destabilizes

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I've just about had it with this year. If, for some reason, you're still reading the internets, I don't know how to help you. And if you're still casting about for something to buy, fuck you. Give the money to someone who needs it. There are many worthy causes, of course, but the people starving in your own neighborhood are a good place to start. Find your local food bank and help them out.

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Of course, the album of the year -- metal clowns or no -- is Mastodon's Leviathan (you can watch the offending video here, unless your browser crashes).But because of my advanced age, I will instead be talking about an album from last year, High on Fire's Blessed Black Wings. The label calls High on Fire a cross of Mötorhead and Slayer, which might be true if you were trying to listen to them

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Regarding one of the many new "commercial" food blogs, anonymous correspondant asks "Who died and turned blogs into a way to beam press releases into our homes?"Where the fuck have you been?With the exception of the AOL offering, which is somehow even more mind-numbing than your average recipe blog, this is not necessarily a bad thing. Some excellent sites have been fulfilling this function (

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In my absence, I was apparently nominated for an urban food blog award. I have no idea how they found me. I guess it's because I'm so edgy. This is funny because I am monumentally suburban. Verging on Sac-ish. It would have been funnier, I admit, if anyone had voted for me.This morning, while enjoying a pseudo-urban bus commute, I observed a crazy man talking to himself. After a while I realized

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Is this thing on?The internets are always especially bewildering after a nice long vacation. What are you all talking about? Why do you care? And what is this COM-PU-TOR of which you speak? But one is always seduced, again, by the information.Consider this rather confused article about disappearing languages (cf. more-or-less edifying discussion on Languagehat). Ties in nicely with the NPR

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I'm gone until the Kalends of December. Surely you can amuse yourself until then.If not, keep an eye on this egullet thread where the self-important navel gazing was just interrupted by John Mariani himself. John, you will recall, has been taking a beating for frequenting those outrages known as "familiarization trips" (i.e., free shit). One wonders when food writers will finally figure out what

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