Nope. Nuh, uh.
I am NOT going there.
What the hell is wrong with foodies these days?
I used to be a devotee of all those wonderful food magazines. Some of my very favorite recipes (“John’s Apple Cake”…mmmm) came from Gourmet or Bon Apetit. Back in the 80s, both magazines used to be full of useful cooking tips and interesting recipes.
Recipes that you’d actually want to eat.
I subscribed to one of these food magazines a few months ago and I am completely bewildered. I suspect that the editorial board is now filled with geeky High School kids in skinny jeans. The kind of kids who spent 45 minutes arranging each piece of hair to look perfectly messy in the hippest possible way.
I’ve gotten used to monthly photo shoots of some allegedly famous chef whipping up a little something for 5 gorgeous friends in a “rustic” beach house. Everyone is smiling while sipping cocktails made of bamboo shoots, tequila and some kind of Peruvian berry. The chef poses with one hand on his bony hip while stirring the “quick sauce” he’s making out of duck blood and mango peel.
I can usually flip through the pages, gag a little and move on.
Not. This. Time.
I just opened my new copy of Bon Apetit and what should meet my jaded old eyeballs but this:
This horror is supposed to be the latest thing. It is expensive caviar on a potato chip.
This is NOT cooking, folks. This is not good food. This is just plain yucko.
So I’m skipping the rest of this issue. I’m going back to cookbooks I can trust. The ones with easy to follow recipes using real food, preferably cooked by chubby women who know their way around a nice butter filled pie crust.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!! May your crusts be flaky but your relatives not so.