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Perpetual Teatime – May 11th
With your leave, or indeed without it, I think, I will take the liberty of dwelling a moment upon this marvelous concept. Somewhere, it is always time for a cup of tea and a biscuit.
There Exists In This World An Egg Lobby – May 10th
I love eggs, and most of the ones I eat at home were laid across the street. I don’t often think too much about where most eggs – supermarket eggs, I guess – come from. We’ve talked about the tiny … Continue reading
NOT My Weekly Link – May 8th
Okay, I know I keep posting nonassigned tidbits and I do sincerely apologize. But I really liked this, which I read on Dear Blank, Please Blank. Dear raw food diet, Cookie dough counts… Sincerely, right?
Less Meat, More Olives
GQ’s tips on a lower-calorie diet. They seem sensible for anyone living in America. Even if it were rubbish, this would be worth clicking on just for the photo of the water in slide 7.
Tea And Problems – May 2nd
So. I’m sort of stupid. Exhibit A: Imogen, when offered the full spectrum of all the millions of “controversial issues” to write her final Composition paper about, chooses “GLOBALIZATION.”
A Truly Terrible Excuse For A Sonnet That I Wrote In A Fast-Moving Car Under The Influence Of Eggs Benedict – April 28th
I had an interview over lunch in Bath this break, with my senator’s chief of staff.
“Balnea, vina, Venus corrumpunt corpora nostra; sed vitam faciunt balnea, vina, Venus” – April 27th
I’m afraid I can’t completely agree with Logan on wine’s role as the progenitor of all pretentiousness – though I think I prefer to call it connoisseurship. I mean, I agree with his assertion that wine very likely did begin … Continue reading
Comments From The Deepest Wells Of Desire – April 26th
Sometimes, only chocolate will do. I don’t understand why. I have fought this craving and quit multiple times. Craving… verging on dependency, and I’m not joking. There are times when all I can think about is getting a little bit … Continue reading
How Humanity Made It Through The ’50s – April 25th
So, my daddy was born in 1954 outside of Detroit. He escaped and erased almost all the evidence that he’d ever set foot in the Midwest, but he sometimes talks with a shudder of the food of his childhood.
Food Studies, Spring 2011 