He makes a lemon spongecake,” he began, confidently enough. “That is something he does in a microwave with yogurt. I don’t know what he puts with it — a magic powder from molecular gastronomy, I guess. He puts something in it and puts it in the microwave and it comes back as a spongecake.” There was a pause. “I have no idea,” Mr. Ripert said.
Eric Ripert on his pastry chef Jon Moran
On our way home, after a few reflective blocks in silence, I cleared my throat.
“Look,” I said. “I’m sorry about the chip thing. It’s just…”
“You’re scared I’ll never eat a bowl of pasta again?”
“YES!”
“Look, I still love food. If we go to a pizza place, I’m not ordering a salad. I’m not a lunatic. I’m not going to sacrifice deliciousness.”
My heart fluttered. How lucky, to have found a man who equated lunacy with opting to eat bland food.
Kale and heartache: the trials of dating a paleo.
Source: sexpigeon
The only two American things that made sense to me growing up were hip-hop and barbecue.
Eddie Huang of BaoHaus
NYT did a nice piece on the role of music in a professional kitchen, with a short video piece as well as some playlists from some well known chefs. The writing goes a little far, about how Jimmy Page’s riffs are the garnish, something about inspiration from a dude with a Pearl Jam tatoo, but then again, Huang is dead serious when he says that cooking is hustling, and no other connection makes more sense to him. My favorite part, however, is in the video when they go into the kitchen at Eleven Madison Park and David Humm just says No, music has no place in the kitchen. Get back to work, slacker.
Meat music video
in a gesture that calls to mind both the paintings of the Renaissance artist Giuseppe Arcimboldo and Lady Gaga’s notorious meat dress, with maybe a dash of the flying fruit and dancing chickens from Peter Gabriel’s “Sledgehammer” thrown in, a video by a neo-classic rock Canadian band called Zeus features surrogate versions of the musicians fashioned out of food.
Source: The New York Times
Butter means they love you. Butter means they know you’re hurting. Butter means they’ve missed you or that they’re sorry. Butter means they’re glad to see you. Butter means they want to kill you, just a little, but make it worth every shaved instant of life.
Love this two part series about the power of plugra from Jason Sheehan
II: Butter Means They Love You
(via Gilt Taste)
