Bill Clinton told Mario Solis Marich on LA's Talk KTLK/that he'd like to see "something like" the Fairness Doctrine return, "or we ought to have more balance on the other side."
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We've finally got most of our old Sunday food and dining feature, BlatherMunch over to its own page. called BlatherMangia: http://blatherwatch.blogs.com/blathermangia/
The World's Tiniest Architect is contributing, and brings a civility to the site you won't be getting around here. We'll continue our indulgent coverage of restaurants, great dinners, food memoir, pictures and leave talk radio, politics and media snark over here.
Due to weather conditions and that we're moving BlatherMunch, our
self-indulgent yet delicious, Sunday food feature to its own site, there's no food today. It's taking an inordinate effort to move everything... We'll post details when we get the new blog finished. BlatherWatch has been ruled officially inedible. Read what's gone before on
BlatherMunch here.
Due to weather conditions and that we're moving BlatherMunch our self-indulgent, weekly food feature to its own site, we're taking the day off. We'll post details when we get the new blog finished. After today, this blog will be inedible. Read what's gone before on BlatherMunch here.
The Seventh floor of Frederick & Nelson was the first kitchenware store many of us ever saw in the Northwest and it was a wondrous place in our mid-century world of Jello molds and pigs-in-a-blanket.
It was Christmas,1968 and the Gift of the Year that year was ultimate kitchen gadget, the machine that promised to end kitchen drudgery as we knew it, the fabulous CuisinArt food processor.
But Frederick's was filled with mushroom brushes and lemon zesters and berry buzzers and nut beaters. There were dill mills and peach pippers and muffin mallets and shrimp zippers and pickle planes and piping pokes and truffle duffles and radical ideas in corkscrew technology.
My father was fanatical about popcorn and making it was one of the few rituals he observed and I remember every detail of it.
You may think the word fanatical is just more of my tedious and inevitable hyperbolizing, but my old man was a liberal Republican from the Pacific Northwest, where "process is our most important product," and popcorn, for him, was all about process.
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1424 E. Pine St. (at 15th)
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434 Yale Ave. N. (at Republican)
(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).
In another life, I was the executive chef at the lavish and exclusive UW private club, Sigma Chi.
That's really an attempt at irony: It was a McJob I had once as a cook in a frat house. There's a distinct and carefully-tendered Greek hierarchy; Sigma Chi is a big, gnarly fraternity, but a frat house is a frat house.
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(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).
Spinasse
1531 14th Ave.
Seattle
Spinasse Trattoria is pasta... how 1988, you say?
This joint ain't pasta fazool. Chef/owner Justin Neidermeyer interned in Barbaresco, has sold pasta around town for years at farmers markets as Pian Pianino ("nice and slow"). He's earned his chops as a pastaiolo, and brings pastabilities heretofore unknown in these parts.
Spinasse is worth the wait and the price-point to cantilever your hindside into the tiny, elegant storefront tucked in a seedy Capitol Hill block.
And it's more than pasta.
Under H.P.Lovecraft skies, and afoot on soggy ground, we're in the mushroom days in the Pacific Northwest.
We ransack the woods for the holy places of chanterelles; clearcuts for shaggy-manes; manure piles for inky caps; graveyards for fairy rings and puffballs; rotting stumps for chicken-of-the-woods, oyster, coral or cauliflower mushrooms.
(image: Psilocybe cubensis )
My father would allow himself to be blind-folded and led on horseback every year by old, drunken Italian men through the Ponderosas of the Teanaway Ridge to the piney hiding places of the firm-fleshed King Bolete.
(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).
Poppy 622 Broadway Ave. E., Seattle
It was the most hyped new restaurant since the French Laundromat. (Charlie Trotter's upcoming fast food joint).
Nationally worshipped Jerry Traunfeld, the gardening, food elf who shook the saute pans for 17 years at the sacred site in Woodinville, The Herbfarm finally got his own place; foodies were wet with anticipation.
In September, Traunfeld opened the 110-seat Poppy on Capitol Hill, named after his mom.
Change is good
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