It's been decades, but I can still hear the perplexity and wonder in my father's voice.
"I wrote Poppa," he says, looking down from his 5'9" height to my seven-year-old self scrunched on a lumpy sofa. "I told him you ate turtle soup." He paused. "And spinach."
It was the spinach that was more remarkable.
Maybe a little explanation is in order. (more…)
I was just asked why I care about food. Why write all this chatty stuff—like I do—about tomatoes, ice cream, and oatmeal?
At first, it struck me as a silly question. I mean, it’s obvious why anybody cares about food. We care about food because without it, we’ll die, right? We need to eat. Think of the Donner Party. Think of what Tom Hanks went through in Castaway, trying to crack coconuts and nab crabs.
Some people wake up thinking about the world, or about some man or woman, or about the man or woman compelling them to leave their cocoon of blankets and to go to work.
I wake up thinking about the earthy smell of dark roasted coffee. That, and what might go with it. A dish of cool yogurt drizzled with golden honey? A puffy croissant, or maybe just a humble piece of buttered toast? This is what gets me out of bed in the morning. (more…)
Our most primal urges, our most ecstatic moments, our basest hungers are programmed deep in human biology. Now they are also buried deep in our smartphones.
Between restaurant food photos, sustainable-seafood apps, and the Internet of Things—which automatically orders milk when you’re low—food today is irrevocably entwined with technology, and technology is both the greatest hope and the greatest challenge for good food’s future. (more…)