Yossi, you rock.
Yossi, you rock.
An Amsterdam food truck christened “Kitchen Of The Unwanted Animal,” serves “wasted” meats. Guess which?
Thanks to FastCoExist
Someone somewhere figured out that if we liked cheesy crackers, it would be added fun to eat Goldfish crackers. And the proof has been in how we love them in droves.
This is a little different. And on a considerably higher aesthetic plane.
The Goldfish Teabag comes from Charm Villa, a Taiwan-based company that had a visually stunning idea.
Goldfish teas are Oolong or rose flavored, and their beauty comes through as they swim in our cups.
We get pure pleasure from familiar and exotic ingredients and pure pleasure delighting in their loveliness while they soothe us, as teas like to do.
Thanks to Fooddiggity.com for finding and calling this little guy out to us.
For foodie-math nerds everywhere, today, 3.14, which is the value of Pi, which is actually an infinite number, which is like the infinite number of pies we can and should make, all of us. Like this baby. What a happy day!
Evocative, visceral, exquisite
I’m in awe of the image, the well-wrought kind. I go heavy on pictures for this blog, because images hit so suddenly, faster than words, differently, and often better, which might be counter-intuitive for a writer, but then I am that kind of writer.
When I stumble across an enchanting image, I see an opportunity to share something unexpected from a writer: beauty that evokes sheer pleasure in the viewing, just like the sheer pleasure of biting into something exquisitely delicious.
Can you judge a professional food association by what it’s going to serve you when you check them out at their launch?
I’d say yes. Here’s why ..
If only great ideas could stick like these do.
We’ve had magnetic knife rails for some time, but not for the key utensils that we pull out of a drawer after we’re done all our slicing and dicing. Once we’ve done our basic prep and we’re ready to head to the stove, we reach for the spoon, fork and spatula.
Here they are, and like none other.
This gorgeous beech set comes from Slovenia, which has a storied tradition of woodworking that the makers of this set would like to revive. They’re produced and designed by Leis, a Slovenian company that follows a sustainable, fair-trade business model that they like to keep local. Harvesting, design and manufacturing were conducted in a 30 km radius.
See more here.
Jet Fuel is the name of this too-cool-to-crack-a-smile Cabbagetown cafe, whose branding nails their offering really well. They have good quality fuel by way of java, and they have all the hip you’d ever want in a coffee shop.
Jet Fuel delivers to the under-caffeinated in two significant ways. They give you a double shot of espresso for $1. Beat that any of you cafés out there. And their signature bevvy for the lollygaggers — folks who don’t need to bolt out the door fired up with a liquid charge — is an eponymous combo of cappuccino and latte in one cup. Why? Because no one else does.
If you’ve chosen to meet a friend or a crush here, good luck finding a place to sit. And be ready to whisper-talk directly into one another’s ear [which is why the crush option is a good one], because it’s as loud as a jet engine in there.
No. It’s not, not really, but it’s loud. It’s a small room with high ceilings, filled with talking caffeinated souls. It’s no wonder.
PS: don’t be a wuss and ask for decaf. Not on the menu.
Now I lay me down to some imaginary savoury sleep
Charlie would love this bed.
Charlie is the imaginary 8-year-old nephew I had to conjure up in my mind to imagine who would sleep in this bed. Those fries are pillows, in case it wasn’t immediately obvious, and it isn’t until you try to follow the whimsical logic that created this bed, the so-called Supersize Bed.
I think Charlie would love this bed because it’s like having a racing car bed, only tastier, in your imagination. But wait. They’ll fit this bed to any size mattress? For adults? That’s when it all falls apart. Who is really going to sleep in this bed? Because even though Charlie would love this bed, his imaginary mother, my imaginary sister, would never agree to this thing.
“Charlie will be wanting McDonald’s morning, noon and night,” she says, in my imagination. And I’d be inclined to agree. I want some McDonald’s just looking at the thing, which I suppose would please the makers very much, to be able to evoke that much desire in a person. Or appetite.
Still, I’m finding it hard to imagine, as an adult, getting sexy on this bed. Food and sex go very well together, but where foam and corporate fast-food is involved, I don’t think, speaking for my non-imaginary self right now, not so much.
Some lucky Londoner gets up every morning to make coffee in this minimal, clean design kitchen. Backed by white-painted bricks in front of a farmhouse sink and its striking faux-oldtimey hardware, those lucky Londoners are cooking eggs and who knows what else on a stunning AGA stove, prepping their food on marble counters, fishing into repurposed wooden-fronted drawers and standing on an understated floor of wooden slats in a herringbone design.
And I am standing there with them. Let no beautiful kitchen escape my dreamy place in it.
Pushing a cart through a flooded street in south-central Thailand, a woman stays open for business despite the disaster affecting more than 2 million people in her region. Selling fruits and vegetables won’t wait because eating won’t wait, because survival can’t wait. Photo by Chaiwat Subprasom for Reuters.
To beloved creatives everywhere, especially those who make magic for food companies — my peeps. The rest of them are lined up here …
Not to put too fine a point on it.