My belated column this week was devoted to explaining why I dislike the term “foodie.”
In the increasingly remote days of my youth, certain of the elderly wits around town used to say “I don’t eat to live – I live to eat,” and while this statement encapsulates my own point of view, chronologically as well as measured by a current poundage in the neighborhood of 265, the word “foodie” has never seemed proper as a descriptor.
The column was late because there’s a lot on my plate, pun intended.
In my capacity as Digital Editor at Food & Dining Magazine, I’ve inaugurated posts on Sunday morning, something we hadn’t been doing previously.
Overall, with prospects for a Summer 2020 print edition fairly chancy owing to the COVID food and drink disruptions, we’ve shifted emphasis to the web site. It’s ambitious, at least for us, and the jury’s out. But I’m having fun.
Consequently, today’s post over there is an example of writing I once would have done right here.
An Omelette and a Glass of Wine is a collection of articles and ephemera by the British food writer Elizabeth David (1913 – 1992). To tell the absolute truth, I hadn’t the first idea who she was. Now, after reading the book, I’m horribly chagrined at my ignorance and correspondingly eager to delve into her other works, like Italian Food and French Provincial Cooking.
If you have a few minutes, hop over to F&D, read the piece and tell me what you think.