To paraphrase a bit of dialog from a scene in the movie Sophie’s Choice wherein Sophie reacts to a sip of wine proffered by her amphetamine crunching, psychotic lover Nathan If you are a food writer and have lived a very bad life. When you die you go to Hell and are there compelled by Satan to read lines like these for eternity…
“this global, fine-dining practice of pre and even post-dessert pampering is more about caressing the fine diner and creating a flourish, than any acknowledgment that healthy living is sealing our palates. Long live sweets, they say, in all their tantalizing forms – pre-dessert, dessert, mini dessert and petits fours.”
“These decadent mouthfuls are also the kitchen’s encore, a flamboyant medium of self-expression for chefs.”
To paraphrase a bit of dialog from a scene in the movie Sophie’s Choice wherein Sophie reacts to a sip of wine proffered by her amphetamine crunching, psychotic lover Nathan If you are a food writer and have lived a very bad life. When you die you go to Hell and are there compelled by Satan to read lines like these for eternity…
“this global, fine-dining practice of pre and even post-dessert pampering is more about caressing the fine diner and creating a flourish, than any acknowledgment that healthy living is sealing our palates. Long live sweets, they say, in all their tantalizing forms – pre-dessert, dessert, mini dessert and petits fours.”
“These decadent mouthfuls are also the kitchen’s encore, a flamboyant medium of self-expression for chefs.”
In this fine example of mind boggling hyperbole ridden drivel, Rocco DiSpirito seems bent on proving that the term “comfort food” is the cudgel of choice for braining a jello teddy bear. Here’s a sample (click the link if you are having a bad day and want to make it worse)
On the happy days, we don’t think about the foods that comfort us. We need them less then, I suppose. We all know how powerful food can be. It entertains and absorbs us; it can even be transcendental and has the power to heal. We all have memories of emotional boo-boos that were made better with a dish our moms made. They’re called comfort foods for a reason — they soothe and reassure both palates and souls.
In this fine example of mind boggling hyperbole ridden drivel, Rocco DiSpirito seems bent on proving that the term “comfort food” is the cudgel of choice for braining a jello teddy bear. Here’s a sample (click the link if you are having a bad day and want to make it worse)
On the happy days, we don’t think about the foods that comfort us. We need them less then, I suppose. We all know how powerful food can be. It entertains and absorbs us; it can even be transcendental and has the power to heal. We all have memories of emotional boo-boos that were made better with a dish our moms made. They’re called comfort foods for a reason — they soothe and reassure both palates and souls.
A Hunger Aritist (Redux) 