I just thought I, Rachel, would step in for a moment and talk a little bit about our plans for this blog. It came into being one afternoon when an unexpected lens flare made us feel like culinary geniuses (which we are, obvs) and Joseph found himself spending the afternoon expressing the fullness of what his lunch meant to him. This is all par for the course in our relationship.
However, we are both recovering computer addicts (it is a real problem; if you're reading this you probably have it too. Sorry) and had to quickly say to each other Wait, hang on, let's not go nuts.
We might never update this blog again.
To plan to do so could easily come to mean looking at every meal, every eggplant or zucchini or loaf of bread, every precious cooking experience, with an editorial eye rather than a hungry/artistic stomach. So you're only going to see things here that turned out exceptionally well, and things we got really good pictures of. We can't predict that. We can't make it happen. We can only be prepared.
For now, here's a quick opinion from me, and a picture of some eggplants we bought on a gleaming golden Sunday morning at the farmer's market.
You can't have your eggplants and your ratatouille, too.
On The Virtues Of Drinking Out Of The Bottle
We here at The Dinal Frontier like wine very much. I wouldn't say we're experts, but I wouldn't say we're NOT experts, either. Just because we generally buy and consume whatever the local grocery store has on hand for $3 (all vineyards exploit migrant workers, "3 Buck Chuck" is just the one where we know someone died. In our defense we still generally eschew Trader Joe's, if nothing else because it's too far away from our house. Digression!) doesn't mean we don't occasionally sample and appreciate the finer things.
We recently noticed an odd effect, however. You know how the wine's always gone? Well, have you ever tried drinking it pirate-style, straight from the bottle, rather than pouring yourself a big ol' easily quaffed goblet full?
Maybe our sipping style is a bit more modest than the average pirate, and maybe we tend to be overenthusiastic when we do use glassware, but we've found we actually drink way less when we don't pre-ration ourselves a third of the bottle straight off. So if you aren't afraid of cooties or being judged, I think you'll find yourself drinking as much wine as you really want, and no more. Plus it's more fun.
Later perhaps Joseph will follow up with an essay in defense of eating with your hands. Starting to get the picture? The future is now.
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