Parked

I have a semi-quiet Saturday ahead of me so I’m a little excited to park myself at the kitchen computer with a steamy cup of French Roast and a slice of pumpkin bread while I catch-up with my food writer reading…

TONY rules, does he not? And thank goodness Michael Ruhlman allows him space to rant about all the gloriously eeeewy things on the Food Network.

Have we spoken of Orangette? Or have I been keeping that one for myself? I have to admit I am a little bit in love with Seattle Molly. And she’s one of the good bloggers who actually deserves the book deal she’s got cookin’.

I’ve been meaning to get the whole story on the Annie’s vs. Kraft mac n’ cheese discussion on Megnut. It’s a hot topic in my house because the kids sneak the Spongebob adorned Kraft boxes into my cart when I’m not looking, and they find Annie’s to be OK, but how do you fight crack-laced Spongebob?

I am seriously delinquent on my Grub Street patronage.

The re-design of Chowhound/CHOW mag has had loyalists in a quite a twist. I haven’t had time to really dig.