Category: Ranting

January 12, 2009

It’s been a pretty good trip so far from a culinary point of view. Saturday Ellen and I went to Porchetta, a little storefront joint in the East Village that’s been much touted as an excellent place to indulge in the Roman delicacy. Given the shitty snow and freezing rain, greasy slow-roasted pork seemed like a good bet. It was unremarkable at best. I read this effusive review just now, and but for the address…

December 10, 2008

So our water heater decided not to die, but to continue producing hot water per normal while quietly leaking for an unknown length of time so that we wouldn’t notice anything until the heat stopped working, by which time all the water had done some unknown amount of damage to the subfloor and the downstairs heat crapped out entirely. I only discovered it because the plumber didn’t fix the heat, so I went down into…

October 4, 2008

Because of my still-new life as a hick, but also in part because of the economic high colonic we’re all involuntarily undergoing at the hands of some creepy old unelected super-rich white dudes (who aren’t even wearing rubber gloves) I’ve been fixated somewhat lately on wringing tear-inducing depth of flavor from the humblest of ingredients. Partly it’s due to my nature; I’ve always preferred Italian cooking to French. The core difference as I see it-…

October 3, 2008

Until last night, I was an avowed Obama voter. I felt passionately that the amoral cabal currently in power are the worst thing ever to happen to this country, and that they have truly pried open the gates of hell, lubed the tracks, and cut the brake lines in order to get us there as fast as possible, all the while pillaging the astonishing wealth of this nation so that their corrupt, greedy comrades can…

July 4, 2007

I bought and read Barbara Kingsolver’s latest book a few weeks ago, and it’s both an inspiration and validation to what we’re doing here, and to what more and more people are doing around the country: growing and eating as much local food as we can. It’s the best kind of activism, since it involves copious pleasure while at the same time using less fossil fuel to bring us our dinner. It also helps, I…