Cutlets, I love you, I read you regularly, but I gotta stand up for the lady M.F.K. What you call treacly, precious and brittle, I would call feminine and melancholy. The woman knew how to string words together with economy and style. I'd love to be 1/10 of the writer she was. Besides, comparing her to those other writers is like comparing white asparagus to a great hamburger (or a plate of char kway tiew, or escargots en pots de chambre). All are good for different reasons. You don't like white asparagus, fine. But overrated? That's a little harsh.
« You Are What You Eat, Kurt Langer |
Consider the Food Writer
| Quince Quincunx »
Consider the Food Writer
« You Are What You Eat, Kurt Langer |
Consider the Food Writer
| Quince Quincunx »
Thanks for standing up for M.F.K., Ganda. Overrated! Brittle! They probably never read her bit about fried egg sandwiches at the beach. I'm steamed.
I've done my fair share of sacred cow hunting too, but I worship M.F.K.
If I agreed with you any more fervently, I'd be over at your house talking about this with you right now and reading each other the first few pages of The Gastronomical me. Nobody can touch that lady. Trillin on food? I love him, but it's just not the same.
Ganda, I think MFK is transporting (can we talk about her description of truite bleu? Zut. I'll have a word with Cutlets on just how wrong he is.