Why I Love Football and HATE the Super Bowl

I’m a little riled up.

I went to the Fem 2.0 conference on Monday and learned how feminists can really make an impact in society, in communities and in lives through technology. We also learned how important it is to take the feminist message to broader audiences. So even though I’m a food blogger, I want to continue the conversation and demonstrate that there can be feminist lessons everywhere. Especially in Super Bowl food ads.

But I don’t want to straight up dis the sport. I love football because it’s the best sport there is. And the Eagles will one day be recognized as the most dominant force in the league. Well, recognized and will win games against crappy teams like the Cardinals and Bengles. And one day, drunk off Yuengling and mysterious green shots, I will cry in the arms of my fellow fans as Donovan McNabb hands off the football to Brian Westbrook, who then dives into the end zone, for a game winning touch down. And then Brian Dawkins sprouts wings and flies around the stadium.

Anyway.

I hate the Super Bowl because every effing commercial is directed to what ad execs think the white male 30-year-old wants to see and hear and consume. And I don’t even want to get into the whole Danica Patrick tasteless, tacky and completely un-feminist ad campaign. She’s an athlete! Must she stoop to the level of a Playboy Bunny?!?!

So on to Pepsi Max.

KILL ME.

Okay, so the ad depicts stupid (mostly white) men doing stupid, stereotypical *men* things:

Male gets hit in head with golf club, proclaims, “I’m good”

Male gets bowling ball dropped on head, proclaims, “I’m good”

Male gets an electrical shock while doing male house repairs on roof and flies into trailer thirty feet away, proclaims, “I’m good”

Male announcer proclaims, “Men can take anything, except the taste of diet soda.”

And then magically Pepsi introduces a diet soda that is specifically designed so that men can still be macho while drinking this healthier option.

Here we go again.

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You Know You’re in a Fancy Restaurant When…

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You know you’re in a fancy restaurant when there is a dish that ends in:  “____ (fill in the number) ways.”  Duet of chicken (Dale, Top Chef, Season 3), Trio of Pig and whatever whatever a few ways.  The examples could go on forever.  And to be honest, I’m not really a fan of the trend.  But, this, well, this is pretty bad ass.  I consider anything thought of on a lazy Sunday afternoon, while in PJs, bad ass.

And, you don’t have to dirty your kitchen very much with this 2 way dessert. In fact, it’s actually less work. Brilliant!  Unfortunately, I can’t take credit for this creation.  Anna (aka homemade hot chocolate) strikes again.  This dessert, actually, is perfect with some drinkable chocolate.

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Do I Get Some Credit for this Shit, Or What?

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I love New Year round-ups as much as the next sappy SOB, but what I don’t like – stealers. We all know that I’m totally bat shit crazy about eggs. I’ll save you from clicking on a million links, so just start here. You will see that I have been throwing a fried egg over just about anything that comes out of my kitchen.

We have that clear, right? Now check out this *revelation*from Bon Appetit. They claim that 2009 is the year to top everything with an egg. Well, you know what MSM, ES claimed this shit first.

Back off.

Now That’s Some Goop

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Even though I totally can’t get into that PBS show, Spain On the Road Again, with Gwyneth Paltrow and Mario Batali, does not mean I still can’t get enough of Ms. Martin.  Actually, back when I lived in Houston with Mariah Carey, we had a little pet at our job.  I think it was a hamster, maybe a gerbil.  I forget.  Anyway, we named our little creature Gwynnie after the actress.

So the point is that I now get her weird newsletter, GOOP.  It doesn’t drop very often and sometimes I’m pretty weirded out by them (she gets into religious/spiritual crap) but I am interested in her cooking emails.  And this one, well, I just had to share.

As an ES reader, I can assume you ate your ass off this holiday season.  And as an ES reader, I can also assume you will continue to eat your ass off all year long because you, just like us, love eating and cooking and read about eating and cooking.  That being said, there are some out there that feel the need to take a break from all of the celebratory gorging.

Please take a look at a sample day of Gywn’s detox ’09.  It, well, just take a look, and a laxative

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Come Out of the Closet

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Let the shame wash over you.  Send us your most fabulous tupperware drawers, be they neat and tidy or total shit shows.

Our first candidate: DAD GANSIE

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The Only Bible I Need

As someone who was raised Jewish, I get Chanukah presents this time of year.  And that usually means I get presents before all those crazy Christians.  So while most of you are eagerly waiting for the 25th, I already have some presents, courtesy of 80P’s parents (thank you!) and the Jewish calendar based on the lunar cycle.

If you’re still trying to figure out what to get the foodie on your list, and you couldn’t find something here or here, may I suggest to you the anti-cookbook: The Flavor Bible.

Here’s one of my favorite excerpts, and I’m not even kidding, I actually took a highlighter to the page to capture this:

Slavish followers of recipes, who treat them as gospel instead of guidelines, make the mistake of putting more faith in someone else’s instructions than they do in themselves.  Many people would do better in the kitchen if they didn’t blindly follow recipes.  In fact, following recipes may be holding you back from achieving your potential as a cook.

Let me explain.  This is clearly not a conventional cookbook, it’s more about theory and concepts and lists.  Lots of lists. 

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Top 10 Stocking Stuffers for Foodies

OK fine, we realize no one is likely getting us any of these outrageous food gifts this year. But here are a few last-minute ideas for some cheapo gifts to toss in your favorite foodie’s Christmas stocking or Hanukaa lederhosen.

10. USB Flash Food Drives

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Is that a watermelon in your pocket or 350 megabytes of digital information? We think these nifty USB drives — which also come in hamburger, sushi, and strawberry — might just make us hungry all day long, but what a great idea to treat the food blogger on your list to.

9. One Click Butter Cutter

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Nothing says “Merry Christmas” quite like “here’s a way to control how much butter you eat.” But if one of your loved ones has an unfortunate tendency to eat the whole stick, you might want to consider one of these handy butter portion control devices, which ensure you get just one little pat each morning.

8. Bacon Bubbles

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For those of you who treat your pet dog less like a companion and more like an amusement, you’ll enjoy watching Fido (or BS) jump around the room for hours on end chasing an endless stream of bacon-smelling bubbles.  Honestly, I think this might actually be a torture device.

7. Barack Obama’s Favorite Chocolates

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We know you’ve got at least one on your list — the creepily obsessed hope-monger who shrieks with joy at the mere mention of anything Obama-related. (OMG did you hear who’s being considered for deputy undersecretary of agriculture? I totally can’t even believe it!) The Haphazard Gourmet Girls point us towards Barack’s favorite sweet treat — the smoked salt caramels dipped in milk chocolate from Seattle’s Fran’s Chocolates. Guaranteed to bring you one step closer to Barackutopia.

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