Good take

on a pretty magical island -- I keep a photo on my desk of our last lunch there, which was absolute perfection.


Better late

than to let a great piece go unread, although you would flip right past it in that scrunched-in magazine. You gotta wonder what happened to copy editors, though: Misspelling Bunyan in the fucking lede?


Not really fud

but rather fascinating. Mrs. Chimp at this point was firmly ensconced in her chair with ashtray at hand.




the new Dubai.

(Filched from MenuPages Chicago -- we only get the Daily News on Sunday to keep up with murders NYT does not consider news.)


No chickenshit

Sherlock. This, unfortunately, only hints at how figures lie and liars figure. Meantime, might be best not to complain about the high price of clean chicken at farmers' market. I'd think. (Photo is also absurdly romantic, too, given how chickens really are raised these days.)


Govt catching up to trends. It's what's for dinner. Goat, not trends.

Gullible Americans

always thought you had to drink the bottled water in Eutopia. Then again, my consort and I got very sick in a chateau in the Loire after drinking the tap stuff no one else did. 


is on a roll this week.


Memoir & review both


It's not the news

it's the notion. You just gotta wonder where the editors were. (Why one guy getting endless tickets? Who mans 24/7 cart? What is the deli's defense against "instead of" prices that once would have been neutrally set up as "compared" ["with," not "to" -- very different meanings to a copy editor].)

Teh stupid

it fucking burns. Trans fats in lard. All you need to know about how cretinism is not restricted to birdcage liners. 


I'll still eat the stuff

but finally with a guilt smidge -- never worried about the ducks. 

No Dijon mustard

at Denny's? 

Not fud, just smart

One post among many: insurance v health care.

Not fud, just insightful

especially if you consider how universal health care might keep restaurant patrons safer than those disgusting latex gloves. 

You don't want 'em in your kitchen

but in a photo show, absolutely.


is on the way. Scariest part of travel is dreading being wedged against fattest slob in departure lounge.


But force-feeding ducks

is cruel and must be stopped. Having grown up with chickens, I never get the allure of live poultry markets. Especially now.

A scalpel

when a shrink would help. Met a plastic surgeon recently who said one business holding steady lately is carving away folds left from bariatric surgery on patients still fucked up from overeating.

Where to even begin

with this now that it's finally broken through into "real" media? How many others were on the same trips and "reporting" for other holier-than-thou outlets? And this whole look-the-other-way approach to freelancers never fails to amaze me.




Not fud, just revealing

And to think eight years ago we were supposed to bow to a boyfriend snuffer. Go, Hillary, too. 

Kudos to the Chicago Tribune

for this, but what a brutal assignment. Food is the ultimate moving target. Even growing all your own, including olive trees, would not solve all the problems created in the thousands of years since the first fire seared off a nice slow-moving game animal. And not every picture tells the story. Can you say free-range pigs? 

Domino's with extra boogers

& perspective

Time for the Pork Board

to commission a new study. Factory farms are trouble with a capital T. 

So much for industrial hogs

being safer than "free-range" swine. 



meet the world beyond the dinner table. 

MR. KRIST: Sharing a little of yourself is always the best way to go. If you're in a market, buy a little sample of what they're selling, try it, comment on it, and by the time that interchange is over they're smiling and ready when you bring your camera up. The last thing you want to do is try to sneak pictures, because you will get caught.


More than you ever wanted to know

about hairballs in the digestive tract. 

Typhoid Mary

will not be taking a day off from the kitchen in this country.

Let the guessing games begin

Who was that bitchy woman


minds. . .


the de Cecco

One woman's pork

is another's pound of prevention

One obit

Biff Grimes should have written. This is pretty effen lame.

The long udder

of the Camorra.



and hot dogs. Kinda like it.

I'm not going to link

because I hate to drive traffic to them, but the Maroons have really outdone themselves this time, bitching that the food in Cuba is too boring, only rice and beans and pork and chicken. Did they ever stop and consider why that might be? Ugly Americans and fat, to boot. (And WTF is with the bitters in the mojitos? And I assume ice was okay even though salad was too risky?) 

Giving new meaning

to "engulf and devour." 

Taking stock

as a professional eater and coming up a loser: Have only eaten at eight of the 50.


Not fud, just good

Pandering to the fringe -- where's that gotten newspapers? 



Holy crap

Woman's Day? I just look at those and think of coffee going cold, though. 

(Filched from David Lebovitz via Facebook.) 

Not fud, just funny

And what all kids inheriting this earth will need to get by.

Speaking of copy editors

Count the screw-ups, starting with the villains in the piece ending up with a company. Jeebus White. 

On a high horse

with no copy editor. Fieri, Ferari, let's call the Pollen off. 




I think Larry Craig

does this.

(Filched from Eschaton)


we're talking. If only the MTA would do the same, with those guys who sit with their legs in two ZIP Codes as well. 

Bad enough they're meeting

on communal (socialist) property. But it's as if the planners of the Iraq invasion were in charge.

Not fud, just great

Fools with megaphones, the most dangerous kind. 

Good point

but exempting diet sodas is absurd. Tax 'em all. 


of their wines and other indulgences is almost as annoying



The trash

that keeps on trashing. Water bottles are like diamonds. 

Not fud, just damning

Political journalists: Puppets with delusions of independence. 


of the testicles."


Okay. Farmed mussels

from freshdirect, $50 extra needed for delivery, it will be. (Tip: Skip ahead past the genuflection.) 


While I'm distracted

this is sudsy. It would be one thing if the wannabe militia actually did the goddamn dishes. 


April Fool's

forever. I hope

Prepare to meet

your accountant. Hmmm. 

Also not fud, just great

S.I. Hayakawa must be so proud, wherever the fuck he is. 

Not fud, just encouraging

It would be enough that he's articulate after eight years of chimp noises. Vision is the bonus. (Can I say it again, that Typhoid Mary was a cook and that health care for everyone might not be a ridiculous idea?) 

Sorta fud

if you think potatoes. Nicely done. 

Why is a country addicted to hot dogs

so squeamish? Now Detroit is the new Flint, 'coon the new rabbit. (Skip the video unless you like your racism with ham.) 

What's beyond


A man

after my own liver


And the Porcine Pantload

is getting $800 for exactly what? 

(Gleaned from Josh 8.0)

Not fud, just good


The mailing address

of my childhood gets its 15 minutes, foam included. 

Update: The friend of nearly 40 years(!) who alerted me observes: If it wasn't rabid when it walked in, it sure was when it walked out. 

Better late than never

Could put Pfizer et al out of kids' business. 

(Filched from Opinioneater)

I assume the wine

was Wet Dreams

Not fud, just amazing

that NPR continues to trot them out for respectful interviews every fucking morning.