Barilla Pasta: The Donkey Shit of Pastas [x]
I can’t take how much I love this forever.
Our cookbook trailer is done (yes, cookbook trailers are a thing). Don’t forget, Robicelli’s: A Love Story, With Cupcakes officially comes out on October 17th at bookstores online and across the country!
Two people in love. Wrestling with their clothes on. YAY, ROBICELLI’S!
I’m sort of over Kosher salt. Not really. But sort of. Feeling guilty. And sort of snobby. And sad. Concerned about Israel. But wanting to move on. It’s like, I’ve grown into Kosher salt, and we loved each other. But now…I don’t know. It’s like I’ve continued to grow, vaulting off of my love for KS, but tumbling beyond what it can offer.
This is heartache.
Thank you, Kat. #BRAVE
— Kat Kinsman (@kittenwithawhip)
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Kids these days have no fucking clue how lucky they are to grow up in a world where they have two cable channels dedicated to food. TWO. Well, 1.5 because Cooking Channel. It’s fine but hardly a full channel. More like a special supplement insert to Food Network if the Food Network were the NYT WHICH IT IS NOT.
Kids these days don’t understand that we had to hide our love of PBS cooking programs because doing a great impression of Julia Child’s voice at the age of seven did not make you relatable to the other kids. Adding a special hop/skip to your journey across the playground in homage to The Galloping Gourmet was lost on your peers who were arming themselves with red balls for a vicious game of dodgeball. And floating the name “Yan” during a discussion of the local Chinese buffet was not an indicator that you were a tastemaker.
Kids these days. You have no idea whose shoulders on which you stand. Enjoy Chopped, you little assholes.
Long before we teamed up to write The Nanny Diaries, Nicki was bestowed the privilege of crawling under an off-Broadway stage in a miner’s helmet to scare away rats before show time. Emma was trapped in a closet at WQXR binding information packets with a giant box of custom-made clips shaped…
This is amazing. Caissie is amazing. She reached out to me, an internet weirdo traipsing around New York with no money, and invited me on a tour the studio where she produces Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen. She introduced me to her writers and then took me to a chocolate factory that served espresso and warm cookies. My point is, people who are the best in this industry are the ones who realize you have to replenish the stocks and reach out to new people and say “Hey, I came from a normal place, you can do this too.”
Delightful person, Caissie. Delightful read.
Does it have to be a whale?
But then you realize they accepted it at 2 am when no one was online and it’s immediately pushed to page 4.
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Anonymous asked: What's the best course of action when you find that someone has used one of your photos and passed it off as their own? Should I be filled with rage, or feel flattered by the fact that they passed over dozens of other blog's whose photos are 10x better than mine?
Your first course of action is to take to Twitter and announce that your content was ripped off.
Then trade tweets with your Twitter friends about how awful it is. Ask for their advice. Trade :( faces in your tweets.
Then wait. Don’t do anything for a little bit. Sure, you’ll think about adding scripty fonts all over the fucking photo so they can’t steal them again without cropping the shit out it. And you’ll laugh and smile because FUCK THEM YOU WON. But then somebody will find another way to rip you off and steal your work. Maybe in a month or so. Maybe sooner.
Yes, having your work stolen is shitty. Yes, you can/should/whatever to retain the right to your work. Yes. thieves are assholes. Yes.
And. You have to find a way to make money or get praise or whatever it is you want from your work. The time and energy you spend trying to hold on to all your photos and work and recipes is taking you away from your work. Your work of creating. Your work of making something new and better and smarter and more innovative and more of what only you can offer the world.
So. Decide how much time and energy you want to spend on tracking down thieves. Because that’s time you’re not spending on creating. And then decide where you want to invest and where you’re willing to lose.
James Oseland is wearing a sweater. Again. @jamesoseland saveurmag
Why? Turning water into wine, catering loaves and fishes for a bunch of people when there was no kitchen, and serving up a simple but extremely meaningful supper to his closest friends a few days before his death. Jesus understood why food was so important. He was sort of a dick to that fig tree, but his culinary perspective was sharp and very defined. An oral storyteller, Jesus kept his focus on the food while others wrote it down.