Bonnie over at Ethicurean picked up this correction that the WSJ ran this morning on the money that Wade Dokken has paid Alice Waters to endorse his Ameya Preserve. I don’t have much more to add to the several items I’ve already written about Alice Waters and the Ameya Preserve. Ameya’s advertising and marketing claims to be green are entirely unsupported. That Alice Waters is drinking Wade Dokken’s koolaid is disappointing, but at this point, not a surprise. In addition, business owners who are struggling and looking to improve their marketing and customer support may consider checking out here how…
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I have a little piece up at Culinate about how mushroom hunting saved my health during grad school. It was fun to write, hope you enjoy it.
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I’ve got a post up at Ethicurean. Looks like Alice Waters had an answer to why she’s involved with the Ameya Preserve. You can read all about it here.
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Over at Wooly Pig, Heath wrote a whole post in response to this question that a reader raised in the comments, and it’s been stuck in my head for the past few days: How can you reconcile the relationship you develop with these animals with the act of slaughtering them for food? Do you own pets? I’m not trying to insult you but merely trying to understand what I, as a vegan, see as the cognitive dissonance of people like you who are intimately connected with both the raising and slaughtering of food animals. Heath wrote a great post answering…
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A roundup of interesting stuff: Via Grist — check out this sweet and fabulous video clip from My Name is Earl. Please Respect the Meat There’s a terrific profile of chef John Besh at the New York Times today. And if you want an endless debate over the Next Iron Chef, check out Michael Ruhlman’s blog (I’m rooting for Michael Symon — he just seems like he’s having so much fun and his cooking rocks, but I can completely see Besh doing the Iron Chef scowl and pulling out his inner Marine in Kitchen Stadium). And in Alice Waters/Ameya Preserve…
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The NY Times health blog ran a little piece the other day that’s getting a lot of press in the foodie blog-o-sphere: Five Easy Ways to Go Organic. As one concerned mama points out over at the Cleaner Plate Club, this post has them talking and talking and talking … there were nearly 300 comments last time I checked, who knows what’s happened since then? Over at Serious Eats, they were only up to 12 comments last I looked, but all in all, the conversations in all these places quickly gets so contentious and complicated that it undermines the point…
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Over at Ethicurean. The good folks over there are helping me get the word out by posting Strange bedfellows: Why is Alice Waters involved with the Ameya Preserve in Montana?
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What a surprise — I know she’s been shortlisted forever, but it never occurred to me that they’d actually give it to her — but then again, the Nobel committee seems to like decidedly odd writers — and Lessing is certainly odd. I can’t overstate how important The Golden Notebook was to me in my twenties when I was trying to figure out how to be a writer, trying to figure out how to build what Anna Wulf describes as a “free” life. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be a wife and a mother, but I didn’t want…
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The Ameya Preserve folks have done it again — they’ve listed property in their development in the Fantasy Gifts section of the 2007 Neiman Marcus Christmas catalog. I can’t get a direct link to the page, but if you scroll through, you’ll find it — there’s a photo from the Ameya website on page 126, that same photo that looks like it must have all the color values punched up — it’s too green for that time of year, and the sunrise (?) seems improbably purple considering how much light is on the hillsides. The Neiman Marcus people have also…
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They’ve made a movie of Ron Hansen’s brilliant novel, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford — and it’s reviewed in today’s New York Times. It’s a brilliant novel, and so, I have mixed feelings about the movie version. On the one hand, it’s great that Ron Hansen, a novelist I deeply admire (and one on whom I had a serious crush for any number of years — but alas, he went and got married again), gets a pile of money, and with any luck will sell a bunch of copies of the book. But since the…