So at the day job, the Cod's host is teaching a novel about a man who goes to sleep in 1887, and wakes up in 2000, which made me more receptive to the idea that I might have gone to sleep in 2013, and woken up in 2006. I guess Martha Stewart said some things about bloggers that were not nice, and now the Amateur Gourmet leaps to their defense, just like George Bush was president and Pete Wells still worked at Food & Wine. As some of you have noticed, I used to be more active in this space than I am now, but I enjoy getting on here now and again, and I enjoy many of the folks I met here and keep up with via Twitter. As such, it's curious to me that the AG defends blogging by pointing out how some bloggers rise to the level of, uh, not blogging:
(BTW, invoking The Pioneer Woman in a defense of blogging is like making Mitch Albom the cornerstone of your reboot of Aereopagitica, but I digress.) Martha's diss of bloggers was probably infelicitious, but not inaccurate. Ultimately, efforts to defend food blogging qua food blogging end up looking like this:
What could be better than BBQ whipped up by a cable TV network?
It's not even a Food Network "personality," it's just the network, cooking you baby back ribs. For one, it's a cut that not many BBQ folks I respect take seriously, and for two, even in the picture, it looks more like spare ribs from a Chinese takeout place.
There is something powerfully dated about this piece. Throughout, the tone is "How about those dames? They start working outside of the house, and the next thing you know, they want to take a lunch break. What next - voting?"
More important, the entire article is animated bt a presumption that while professional women in New York want to take advantage of the networking opportunities afforded by a meal with business assocates in the midde of the day, first and foremost, their job is to be skinny, so the news in this piece is... fancy salads? I can understand that not everyone wants to have a crab cake eating contest with Henry Kissinger at Le Cirque, but it made me sad to see an article about meals focus so much on restraint, and so little on pleasure:
So, yes, our long national nightmare of young men not running and jumping and tackling is over. In semi-related news, the Cod's corporeal host has been busy at the day job. With this guy at the wheel, what could possibly go wrong? PDF version w/ details here.
...get the fuck out. This anecdote comes in a piece about Yelp bullies. (It probably helps when if a Yelp review makes you cry, you can dry your tears on the ribbon of your James Beard Award medallion.) But the more inspiring part is this. The Cod sure wishes he could employ a similar comp and toss approach at his day job: