Food has always been a marker of social status, only today no elite eater worth their pink Himalayan salt would be seen dead with a slice of fluffy white bread, once the envy of the lower orders.
The past is a a foreign country. And foreign countries are present. London, China, Dalits, First Nations and fake sales figures
Gluten sensitivity, natural leavens, the Mediterranean diet and olive oil, almonds and some thoughtful little essays.
Bread, butter, cheese. And that’s not all: rice, melons, banana flavour too.
Not much for you this week. I’m in New York, awaiting tomorrow night’s James Beard Awards dinner, and wondering what I’ll do if I win, and what I’ll do if I don’t win. Either way, you’ll hear about it first here.
The appropriation saga continues, with peanuts in West Africa and bagels in New York.
Prices come down, prices go up, ice cream melts, cuisines move, coffee brews.
Life goes on.
A lot of bread, a little cheese, and some thoughts on food systems and what constitutes food.
Operant condition your children and get behind the rise in sourdough.
Four items on breads, on one meals in a pill; nothing unusual.
