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June 19, 2007



two things:

1. back in grad school, when i made somewhere in the vicinity of $13K a year, it seemed to me entirely appropriate to throw parties with crazy fun hors d'oeuvres that would take upwards of two days to prepare. and, if i had the space in my tiny apartment, i'd probably continue to throw such parties, with all sorts of lovely food -- quite simply because i love food. and my friends love food. why would i feed them storebought cardboard? it's not about impressing people; it's about feeding them quality.

2. is it that the rich don't think that the rest of us can handle 'quality'? is it that they have a thought like, "i'd really like to serve some mini lobster rolls with caviar and a nice vodka chaser, but the heathens just wouldn't understand." [pause] "just go to c-town and get the party platter." is it like that?


It has to be said: speaking of your famous gourmandise, more than several people owe you their allegiance to Makers Mark! Malt liquor!!

Also, I've been serving your goat-cheese balsamic orzo salad as my own. (!)

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  • If Ayn Rand and Walter Benjamin got in a cage fight and then made up over foie gras, single malt scotch and indie pop, you'd have the delightful adventures of "That Was Probably Awkward." Plus or minus the single malt and foie gras, depending on the week's finances. But always the indie pop. Sad, stirring indie pop. And a decent happy hour.

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