I stumbled upon this blog devoted to writing about being the wife of a chef.
The description: “This blog is set up as a place for wives, girlfriends, significant others, and anyone else stuck to a chef to come together and chirp to each other about how to deal with the nonsense that goes along with being the wife of a chef. I was struggling to live with a ghost of a husband who I never saw until I met two other chef wives that literally saved me. It was with that, that I realized there must be more who need love and support too, right? So here you go chef wives-this is for you.”
I’m not sure if this blog sets my gender back fifty years or not. Maybe it’s the misuse of the word “literally”. Is there a blog for chefs who happen to have female genitalia?
Lady Iron Chef isn’t so much about cooking as it’s about cooking to win a man.
You may know of my disdain for commercial, out of season tomatoes. Well tomato season is finally upon us and I have five tomato plants growing in my backyard. I only wish someone woulda told me I was an idiot for trying to grow beefsteak tomatoes. That fucking thing is taking over my backyard. Asshole.
Here are some edible weeds that are growing in my garden. If you see these growing in public, nab them!
This is purslane. It looks like jade and has a nice, fresh, citrusy taste. Matches well with tomatoes or just toss it in your salads. It even grows in sidewalk cracks!
This is oxalis. Growing up, I used to eat the leaves off my lawn, which I called lemon clovers. At Alinea, they served the pods. Crunchy, which a nice pop of lemon. They love to grow under my tomato plants.
Um. I’m not quite sure if this is suitable for work. You shouldn’t be dicking around on the internet while at work anyway, you unfocused sumbitch. Get back to work!
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