Damn, apparently, besides being a sexual harasser, he writes awful recipes. Those rolls sound pretty bad.
I honestly can't tell if "I have never heard of Mario Batali" is some kind of joke about his ubiquity or not.
I would love a cinnamon roll right now.
That's a very good essay. I don't know about his new recipes, but his older Italian-food things were fine when he tried them.
Anyway, we have two of his cookbooks that I can see from where I sit.
It is perfectly plausible for someone to have never heard of Mario Batali! I think I knew who he was only by the skin of my teeth.
It is really well done. The juxtaposition of the frustration of trying to follow a bad recipe and the horror of contemporary politics works.
I roll out the dough - Batali specifies a thickness, but no dimensions, which is strange if you're making a rolled dessert. There are pieces missing here, and I'm trying to fill in the gaps. The result will be sub-par because he hasn't provided all the information, and I will blame myself.
I baste a layer of melted butter over the dough.
A guy on Twitter tells me that I'm a vile man-hater. His feed contains a photo of my very-alive husband wearing a feminist t-shirt. Underneath he's written the message "RIP."
I sprinkle the sugar and cinnamon over the top.
9 - yes! "You can't quite tell if this is a joke or not" is my personal favorite kind of humor. And that's not a joke. Or is it?
This thread makes me want to make spaghetti and meatballs, but I'll use Lydia's recipe because I'm a feminist and it's better.
Making jokes that other people aren't sure if they are jokes are not is how I keep conference calls from becoming dull.
That and making tables so detailed nobody but me can read them.
RH, remember how there were like 5 people in that other thread who didn't know who Hermione Granger was?
I am sooooo hungry but STILL stuck at the hairdresser, my god it's almost enough to make me reconsider vanity (but not enough) and the torture amplified bc I know what is for dinner and it is *supra delicious*. Don't want to spoil my appetite by gnawing on my arm.
"I have never heard of Mario Batali" is some kind of joke about his ubiquity or not.
Is he really ubiquitous? Because I'll cop to not knowing who he is. Some kind of sex-pervert with a cooking show, I gather?
We thought it was just another snake cult.
I heard that in Pennsylvania you can't swing a dead snake by the tail without hitting another snake cult.
Haven't used any of his baking recipes, but his pasta recipes are pretty good. As is his pizza restaurant in Hollywood.
Dinner was excellent. Rachel Roddy's cookbooks are worth seeking out re Italian food.
Should you know who Mario Batali is? First, watch this brief quiz. If you are able to answer 2 or more of the questions, then yes. Otherwise you can return to the Classics Department.
26: I had heard of Batali, but I couldn't answer any of those questions.
25. Agree on Rachel Roddy. She's an excellent cook and writes recipes that are clear and accurate.
Batali hasn't crossed the water. Sounds like that's a good thing (for us).
I know Batali is a food person, but no more. I didn't know anything about football until I was well into my thirties, but I'm super into it now. Trap blocks, identifying mikes, all that crap. You can study it as much as you like; it's quite rewarding.
Until one day some ref calls back some play and you find yourself earnest wishing the Eagles win.
Having to rely on a hope that the Eagles will succeed in order for justice to prevail certainly hasn't been not unsettling. I feel like I have a deeper understanding of the crazed anger of Eagles fans.
Yeah. I want to throw batteries at Santa Claus now.
As an Eagles fan, it hurt me to cheer for the Giants to beat the Patriots. But after the fact, it was so fucking worth it.
The blowback from the essay: http://www.everywhereist.com/my-post-about-feminism-went-viral-days-later-my-twitter-account-was-hacked/
The one thing the Internet has exposed is how the patriarchy works in real time. It's not just passive sexist attitudes -- there is a group of men who will, as a hobby, police women who get out of line.