Currently Reading How to Eat: The Pleasures and Principles of Good Food By Nigella Lawson see related

“Stop the insanity!” –Susan Powter c. 1991

I recently caught an episode of “Paula’s Home Cooking” on the Food Network that featured a recipe for Krispy Kreme Bread Pudding.  KRISPY KREME BREAD PUDDING!  This woman’s shows are always an eating disorder “how-to” (ie, Frozen Waldorf Salad, Grilled Peanut Butter Ham, and Chocolate Cheese Fudge), but this recipe really took the tur-duck-en.  Making a bread pudding out of donuts?!  Talk about killing two birds with one stone…one big ole’ fat, deep-fried, sugar-coated, trillion calorie stone.  Why, America, why?

I wish cooking presenters could be more like the Honourable Nigella Lawson.  She celebrates and appreciates food; but most of all, she doesn’t concoct grotesquely over-indulgent culinary abominations.  Yes, she’s British and she has a Cambridge education in Italian literature---however you don’t have to be William James Sidis to know that you should never eat anything that’s a fast track to a diabetic coma!  But Nigella Lawson is all the more endearing for the feistily clever names of her recipes.  Take for instance, my personal favorite, Slut Red Raspberries in Chardonnay Jelly.  Also, she wittily calls the eating habits promoted in “Paula’s Home Cooking,” “gastroporn.”  Nigella Lawson hangs the moon, I simply adore her!  Matter of fact, I adore her so much I would switch teams for her.  There, I said it.

The Worst Stuff on Earth

Another cultural event that commemorated America’s unwholesome obsession with food was the recent flooding of Union Square.  “What happened?” you may ask.  “Did a water main break?”  No.  “Did a fire hydrant burst?”  No.  “Did Snapple try to erect the world’s largest popsicle in 80 degree heat?”  Yes.  Imagine hot, sticky, pink goo in an urban plaza, everywhere…on the first day of summer.  Read the full story here.  I was not a primary witness to this debacle, but whenever I hear about it I always think of the river of ectoplasm from Ghostbusters II.

Abre los ojos

While I don’t usually bring up my dreams (especially when I’ve already discussed some in my last post), I’ve recently had one of those "major tease" dreams.  I dreamt that I purchased an upscale townhouse in Madrid, something like this one.  It was quite random because I've never fantasized about owning a house---or anything---in Madrid.  Now I want to.  But will I ever have the financial wherewithal?  Don't think so.