Salads, dips, chilis and desserts that will win over a crowd.
In an ever-growing number of Food Studies classes, college undergraduates are reading blogs like Smitten Kitchen, Orangette, Pinch My Salt, and The Pioneer Woman Cooks with the keen eyes of anthropologists studying the customs of an unfamiliar land.
My bordering-on-obsessive hatred of "foodie" is really about the culture it's perpetuating. That said, the word itself is infantile, idiotic, and meaningless, and makes me want to poke my eyes out with a larding needle. Can't people just say they love food?
We are living in a recipe authoritarian world. Nobody can escape from it but those who accept it undoubtedly are to me unbearable boring.
No one really expects to visit a food blog and be faced by something so personal, so awful as illness. Yet we have all been touched by tragedy, faced illness and loss.
Rather than use twitter as simply a promotional tool for their own recipes, they see it as a meeting place where food lovers are happy to chat, exchange links, and bring the sizzle!