Seven Tropes of Objectionable Food Writing
- My Sainted Grandmother’s Baked _______.
- Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, and Here’s a Recipe.
- My Lyrical Voice Finds Its Fullest Expression in Wine Tasting Notes.
- I Can’t See the Forest; I Can’t Even See the Trees—I’m Too Busy Counting the Stomata On The Underside of This Leaf. I May Have Asperger’s Syndrome. (See “Cook’s Illustrated.”)
- This Market-Driven Restaurant Offers a Mineral-Driven Wine List. Me, I’m Drivel-Driven.
- It’s Ethnic Holiday X That I Don’t Celebrate, Let’s Arbitrarily Make Ethnic Dish Y.
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Gross Is Synonymous with Authentic, I Looked It Up in My Imaginary Thesaurus. Please Pass the Rat Spleen.