The Omnivore’s Delusion

The Omnivore’s Delusion:

“But farmers have reasons for their actions, and society should listen to them as we embark upon this reappraisal of our agricultural system.”

Found this via Greensgrow Farm’s Facebook page.  I love Greensgrow and being a member of its CSA.  I especially love Mary’s (she’s the founder) forthright commentary about farming, urban farming, and the current organic/anti-industrial-farming movement.

I’m guilty of being the person who goes around quoting The Ominvore’s Dilemma, and this article presents some nuances worth thinking about.

The Bacon Show is officially up at the Mew Gallery, 906…

The Bacon Show is officially up at the Mew Gallery, 906 Christian Street, Philly, PA.  Mike Geno, a friend and world famous meat artist curated the exhibition.

Good holiday shopping opportunity!  Opening reception is next Sat. 11/7, 5-9 PM.

Dinner parties and small kitchens

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Some of the best dinner parties happened in Sassy J’s small apartment on the third floor of a Rittenhouse brownstone. The kitchen was composed of a refrigerator, an apartment-sized stove, and a sink that stood galley-style against the back wall of the living room. A microwave cart, sans microwave, provided extra counter space, and a few cabinets above the appliances housed the pantry and place settings. Anything not needed on a regular basis was banished to the adjacent “hell closet,” the door to which was opened with extreme caution and only in emergencies.

Shortly before she got married and moved to the ‘burbs, I visited Sassy J’s little urban retreat for the last time. “I won’t miss this kitchen,” she said, pointing out the signs of disrepair: chipped enamel on the stove, sagging cupboards, and rusting hardware. But no one noticed these flaws during the cozy parties; the dinners were perfect, even without comfy chairs, granite countertops, and shiny appliances.

Six or eight of us would arrive and drink wine and smell the sautéing onions and garlic. And then we’d drink more wine and seat ourselves around the folding chairs and the card table borrowed from the downstairs neighbors. And then we’d drink more wine and feast on whatever Sassy had cooked up: shrimp on rosemary sprigs, Moroccan lentils, soups, salads, sometimes a bourbon chocolate pecan pie if it wasn’t Sunday and hard to procure the bourbon. And then we’d drink more wine or coffee and sit around telling stories.

And so I resolve in 2009 to have more people over to our own tiny kitchen. We can’t seat more than six comfortably or spare the counter space for a food processor (although we do have my grandmother’s blender), but we have some wine, good recipes, and Sassy J’s old folding chairs in the basement.

Thanks to Mark Bittman, whose “So Your Kitchen is Tiny. So What?” article was the inspiration for this trip down memory lane.

Gone Fishing

After being on the air for two years, Good Grief! has run its course.  A million thanks to anyone who has ever read, commented, or e-mailed–you made the endeavor worthwhile and fun.  Until the next project, so long, and thanks for all the fish!

Tim Tom

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A movie!

Have you been to Cart yet?

According to Good Grief’s sophisticated user preference tracking algorithm, readers who enjoy fake art reviews will also enjoy Phreaking Philly’s review of Cart, a popular BYO in Old City:

Cart is a charming, unassuming BYO that offers little in the way of interior design, but bags of potato chips clipped to its industrial-nuevo structure provide a splash of color. The menu features many comfort food standards, such as a meatball sub and a meatball sub with cheese. American cheese is .25 cents more than its parmesan cousin, but it’s worth the expenditure