(BlatherMunch is our Sunday foodish respite from political bias, media dish, snotty intenuendo, and liberal glee. For more essays on food & dining click here or 'BlatherMunch' in Categories).
You can never know the lengths BlatherMunch goes every week to bring you the penetrating food & dining coverage you've never actually shown that much interest in reading.
Yet we keep going -- at great financial cost and physical harm, we lift those forks, push those spoons, flap those chopsticks to bring food to mouths and to you our canny observations and fine-honed critique.
That's why we're asking you to give us money this week. Nobody does what we do: and we do it just for you.
(I am a faithful Foodist; an avid supplicant to the cult of Foodism, an esoteric, hedonistic in-group that makes the Obama Cult look like Methodists. We worship at the Shrine of Fresh. We're found prostrate before the room temperature Godhead of Cheese. We chant the Mantras of Seasonal, the liturgy of Sustainable. We seek psychic universes in mouthfeel; climb steep flavor profiles; are reverential of 'warm, buttery things;" and ransack thesaurii for synonyms for "tasty." Food is more important and bigger than life, death, infinity, politics and world peace. Although we know more than you, eat better than you; and indeed, are better than you, our belief is that all good food is equal. According to our teachings, a perfect quesadilla at a Rainier Valley taco truck is as righteous as Chef Ethan Stowell’s scraping a white truffle over a hunk of wolf he's just cooked-up).
We're very experienced at dining, actually having eaten food all our lives. Just last week, a waiter came to our table and said, "The chef would like to compliment you on the way you put that away..."
We do more than just dining and restaurants we do: weird meat; food porn; farm porn; ethnicities not often heard from; food politics; politics' food; celebrity recipes; cauliflower mathematics; man's inhumanity to ham and more. We're willing to do what we have to do, and take what we have to take: the Lipitor, the bitching from the readers who don't give a damn about this shit.
We do it just for you.
Sparing no expense, we've taken you to fancy, many-coursed feeds in gnarly restaurants; dragged you into fish & chips joints;
hot restaurants before anyone else knows they're hot. We plunged you into a thermal immersion circulator, took you to grunt trucks; fed you recipes; guided you through strip mall cuisine, food radio; goat meat; Ethical Weddings, and food blogs.
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