I’ve heard so many chefs say they look for cooks with “passion,” I just kind of accepted it without thinking. But I’ve long since stopped listening to this.  What does passion mean?  That you love to cook? That you work really hard? I have no idea, which is why I try not to use the word.  Thomas Keller agrees.  Speaking about this issue a while ago, he wanted people to use the word desire.  But I think there’s an even better word, one that describes Keller’s extraordinary success in the kitchen, and it’s a quality that will lead to success in any area of life. As ever, thanks here go to the extraordinary Diane Cu and Todd Porter, white on rice couple, who were inspired to shoot the above video in San Francisco this past Read On »

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Resolution for the year: cook.  Mark Bittman shares advice and recipes for becoming a cook in 2011, via NYT.

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The term “domestic” is linked to the female persona set by our culture.  Think about all the cooking, preserving, upkeep, and care you do throughout the day.   It is just about choice and living the way you want to live, via Grist.org

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We live in a time of unprecedented interest in, and care for, food and all the issues that surround its growing, harvesting, purveyance, and its cooking.  This interest happened because we were on the brink of losing good food altogether, with farmers disappearing and the masses abandoning the kitchen, handing over our farming to Monsanto and giving our most fundamental and exclusively human act, cooking, over to the ConAgras and McDonalds.  (ConAgra, one of our biggest food processors, is that name a joke on us?! Con, against, Agra, agriculuture—against agriculture! At least they’re open about it!) We only become reflective about something we’d previously taken for granted when it becomes imperiled. I’m not saying that rampant diabetes in teenagers, epidemic obesity, social fragmentation and alienation, nitrogen runoff in our rivers and oceans, oceans increasingly depleted Read On »

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I am lucky enough to live in a town where the local hardware store carries replacement electrical cords for old fashioned percolators.  The fact that mine crackles when I plug it in means it’s time to get to that store. And it reminded me of this post from nearly two years ago.  My love of perked coffee has not faltered, nor has my fierce desire to rid the world of the ridiculous automatic drip coffee maker, a sham perpetrated on an unthinking, convenience minded public. Photo by Donna Turner Ruhlman When my beloved General Electric 9-Cup Percolator, filched from my father’s house, gave out after 40 years of vigorous life, I got what I’m sure was a gift from heaven: another one (above).  Discovered on E-Bay, this one, manufactured in 1950, was all but unused.  Read On »

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