In another addition to the ever expanding why didn’t I think of this first? file, Eick over at So Good had the rather brilliant idea of starting a food blogger comic strip. And this week’s outing of John Q. Foodblogger gives some props to Endless Simmer.
The New York Times smacked down the USDA this past weekend. In While Warning About Fat, U.S. Pushes Cheese Sales, Michael Moss insinuates that while the Department of Agriculture urges Americans to choose healthier foods, another arm of the department, Dairy Management, pushes consumption of cheese, aka saturated fat, into Americans’ stomachs.
But not so fast! (Although, yes, one slice of cheese should be enough for a burger.)
While there is a connection between the USDA and Dairy Management, it may not be as sinister as NYT claims. Bloggers are continually bashed for being uninformed, unscrupulous non-writers, however, there’s been some deep digging on this side of the internet.
If people over and stores are closed u can buy a couple 29oz
“It never really has,” he calmly answered.
My mouth opened wide.
Seconds before I finished inquiring, no, delighting, gushing in the fact that my friend Eick of So Good lived in the most luxurious apartment building in the city. In the lobby, just around the corner from the elevator, glowed a vending machine.
Potato chips. M&Ms. Coke.
Luckiest. Renter. On. Earth.
So I asked him:
“How much do you love your vending machine?”
“What’s your best, funniest memory of your vending machine?” (And I’m now screaming) “When did this vending machine save your fucking life?!”
Sunny side up. If you overcook my yolk, I am immediately annoyed (especially at restaurants – that’s what you DO, how can you not cook my sunny side up properly! – I’ll even take a slightly undercooked white if you can’t do it right!). If *I* overcook my yolk, I make another egg (feeding the overcooked yolk to my dog) – but that hasn’t happened in years.
I think this is better answered how I *don’t* like my eggs — I’m kind of a pain in the ass when it comes to eggs, nothing too hard (don’t get me started on hard-boiled), nothing too runny, which really leaves me with the scrambled and omelet options. Eggs, no matter what style, though, should be bought from local sources, people who actually know the hens and their diet, not the tasteless variety stored in refrigerated warehouses for months before they make their way into your French toast. There’s nothing quite like a quickly fried egg that was laid just a few days before you stood at the frying pan.
Scrambled — something about yolk kind of gives me the gags. One of my all-time favorite cookbooks, Julia and Jacques Cooking at Home, has something like 4 pages of instructions on how to make the best scrambled eggs. It’s one of the few things I cook that I can feel confident in saying I make very well.
Editors’ Note: Blogger Boggle is the new ES interview series. You know, it’s hard thinking of snarky commentary every day, so we’ve opened up the labor pool to our fellow food bloggers.
This week we’re reminiscing about our favorite after school snacks.
Banana with peanut butter & chocolate chips. Hot damn that was a great combo. Runner up: Ants on a log (celery with peanut butter & raisins) Apparently I liked snacks that were “playful.” No “Doritos” or something generic for me— it’s all about Moms who take the time to prepare the fun stuff.
Back in High School I used to make this sandwich that I just called “The Egg Sandwich.” There was only one egg on it, but it also had like 4 or 5 slices of cheap American cheese, and I buttered both sides of the bread. Delicious. Then I would go play soccer for two hours. These days I’ve substituted the sandwich with beer and the soccer with watching my cat chase a laser pointer.
I grew up in Macon, Ga. so you have to excuse me and since I’m fucking old, I date myself with a really cold bottle of Coke (glass with the name of the bottling company on the bottom) with M&M’s added til they would make the coke fizz over the top … and then drink it fast and eat the candy …
Back in the day, a simple sandwich would do me fine… as I got older, it got more complicated. I think now when I get home from school, I just rummage in the fridge and at most, fry an egg to slap on top of rice and/or leftover veggies and I’m good… wait, that’s not a snack is it? (ummm, this is probably the part where someone jumps in and yells “This is why you’re fat!” right?)