Showing posts with label baking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baking. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Seeing Me In A Kitchen Is On Par With Seeing A Sasquatch

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I am no foodie.

People are often flummoxed when they hear that I'm not into food and cooking. They wonder how I eat. Well, how do single men eat? They buy a sandwich or they have a few staple dishes that get them through the day. For me, it's couscous, cucumber salads, hard boiled egg whites and lots of fruit. I don't eat a lot of fast food or processed food, either. A meal for me meal pretty much involves chopping up some vegetables, fruit and drizzling on some rice vinegar. It's underrated.

For whatever reason, food is not a pleasure center for me. (Later today we will delve into what really gets me excited.) I eat so that I don't pass out. In New York City, to not be a foodie is on par with blasphemy. My eyes glaze over when people tell me about restaurants, or meals they want to cook. I'm not being rude, but it's akin to talking to a burly construction worker about your nail polish collection. I'm just not interested.

I'm also no sore sport, and this weekend some lady friends and I took a pizza cooking class at Le Pain Quotidien on Bleecker Street. This is notable because had they not suggested it, I never would have thought to do it. (Obviously.) In terms of a communal activity, it was great fun, even if when everyone starting talking about kitchen gadgets I felt as it I was listening to people speak in hieroglyphics. I'm not saying that I'm going to the dark side of food enthusiast, but it was a good time.

Le Pain Quotidien has all sorts of cooking classes. They fill up very fast, so be sure to get on their e-mail blast. Private classes are available, like the one we did, so book them way in advance.

P.S. I may not love the act of cooking, but those baker's hats were pretty cool.


Saturday, May 12, 2007

Some Weekend Reading For You

Perfect Cookies

One of my many claims to fame is that I make amazing chocolate chip cookies. I don't know why this, of all skills, has been bestowed upon me, but yet I have it. It started last year when I made a batch for Le Doug and his office, and now it's gotten to a point where both his office and Metro-North train friends make special requests for my cookies.

Thing is, there is no secret to it at all. I just use the recipe on the back of the Nestle morsels package. True, there are other nuances to cookie making, such as watching the cookies once they are in the oven and which rack you put it on. All in all, though, anyone can make really good cookies.

My friend Ned Vizzini has a piece in The New York Times Book Review this week. Please read it and wish that you were as briliant as he.

Also noteworthy is the cat fight that seems to be brewing over Rebecca Mead's book, One Perfect Day, which is an exploration of the American wedding. Jodi Kantor doesn't seem to be a fan.

And for all you music dorks: Rolling Stone may still be the leader in music writing and Creem may be gasping for air, in whatever form. Spin may have gone all emo, and Idolator makes fun of them all. Nevertheless, don't forget about a small contender back in the 1960s called Crawdaddy.