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Bill Niman built a $65 million empire on a simple idea that revolutionized the food world - that meat could be more than just what's for dinner. It could be raised naturally, humanely and sustainably, better for people and the planet. Niman knew success would take time, but believed his methods would prove profitable.But in nearly 30 years of existence, despite becoming the darling of high-end

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My supermarket now has gluten-free chickens.

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"I mean, I cannot believe when, like, people expected me to remember their name when they didn't wear lipstick and didn't dye their hair blonde."-- Eve BabitzRELATED (in my mind): Maya Deren on Youtube!!!1!!1:

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Kishu mandarins.They are good.That is all.

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An omelet and a bottle of wine. Seriously, is there a better dinner? All you need is eggs and butter, plus whatever embellishments you feel like and/or can scrounge because you're too lazy to go to the store. 1 pan, 1 fork, 1 plate. And if you have the secret ingredient -- salted capers* -- you don't even need salt.Ok, honestly, my minimum embellishments are capers, thyme and garlic, but I always

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Endive is the dry white toast of the chicory family. It reminds me of a time when one said the word gourmet without irony, and Craig Claiborne was still alive (...and therefore the ancient Blues Brothers reference is perfectly appropriate). However: it's actually pretty damn good, and you can get non-bitter greens-eating people to eat it raw, which comes in handy this time of year, when

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Because I am an old person, I bought the collector's edition of Closer last week. Standing in line, I realized that it was the first CD I ever bought, 21 years ago. How's that for instant mortality? [Actually, I didn't buy it, I got it and The Age of Quarrel for Christmas with my first CD player]. Anyway, someone stole it in high school, and I never bothered to replace it.In my dotage, I want to

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A belated celebration of Chris Colon (fuck you, I had to work) and update of my occasional annual series of good things:1. I'm not really a dessert person. Sugar interferes with my preferred methods of dopamine pathway alignment. (I do, however, like it when you order dessert at a restaurant, because it gives me time to drink a digestif). But a few months ago, I realized that chocolate can be had

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I just assumed Sunday was a proverbially slow news day when the Chron ran a farm bill article on A-1 (Steve Sullivan having had little effect on DiFi), but today Gawker Media is liveblogging a House food safety hearing. Yes, it's Consumerist, but still.*(Practically unprecedented) CorrectionIt looks like I will have to revise the timeline of my Kim Severson mockery, to judge by Craig Claiborne's

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Hey, the Chron noticed that farmer's markets suck. No, nothing new happened, but the interviews give a good sense of how much unpleasant work -- and driving -- is involved in the delivery of your local food. Also, the Disneyfication of Ferry Plaza. Julia Wiley gets the gold star for this quote: "I'm not a value-added farm wife."Allow me to suggest that you eat some figs while you still can. I

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When I heard that the Rangers beat the Orioles 30-3 the other night, I have to admit, the first thing I thought of was Tim Kurkjian's reaction. And it was much, much better than I imagined.

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RIP, Terra Firma:....Our sales at this market have not kept up with our sales through other outlets, particularly our CSA boxes, much less with inflation. We have found that every year, it takes more staff at the market to sell the same volume of produce....They're cutting back to an April through July schedule.I'm going to have to find out what Julie Guthman has to say about this.

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Like most reasonable Americans, I decided long ago that the best response to the state of our government is to ignore it... hey! did you hear what happened to Lolhan? But last March I found myself uncharacteristically stricken by George Packer's report on the plight of the Iraqis who have tried to save us from our own incompetence: in short, we're leaving them to die.Last month, Packer updated

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It turns out that all the incoherent mouthbreathers that populate the internets are CEOs.

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Is it possible that the Gainesville Sun is funnier than Bad News Hughes?

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I was struggling to compose a suitable peroration for the fifth anniversary of this blog when I realized it was actually the sixth anniversary. Man, time flies when you totally don't give a shit. Just kidding: the last year doesn't even count. But don't worry, I still have nothing to say.Except for the following, composed in your honor at the risk of redundancy. This is the time of year when it's

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I probably get Journey in my head at least once a week. You cannot imagine the joy of waking up this morning with the knowledge that probably 100 million people were sharing my pain for one day.Hold on to that feeling, suckers. It won't be long until the sequel.

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My narcissist isolation has been interrupted by news hurtling across the internets of a local food kerfuffle. In short, Steve Sando was forced to lay the smackdown on Slow Food guru Carlo Petrini. Now I know no one wants to see me come crawling back to the intarnets just to say I told you so, or, in fact, gives a shit what I think. But this is too good to pass up.First of all -- sorry -- the

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The Times spelled Garcilaso de la Vega wrong.

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Although I'm sadly bereft of julep cups, the WORLD'S LARGEST TRACTOR glasses proved a suitable though perhaps excessively capacious vessel for my Derby day mint juleps.  So, uh, who won? I was asleep by noon.

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... a world in which reporters do real research on interesting topics, then report them coherently in the paper. Today, your dream is reality.

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Because I normally only mention the New Yorker to excoriate it -- and Gopnik in particular -- I'd like to point out that his piece on Kingsley Amis seems about right. I've been reading Larkin's letters (whence the awesome microbial turn of phrase above) and, miraculously, nothing Gopnik wrote directly contradicted reason or the evidence of the letters. Suppose I'd have to check Amis's to be sure.

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Dirty hippie teen* (looking at fixed menu): Eighty-five dollars! Ooooh look: [attempting to say apertif] An aperture. And [attempting to say carpaccio] sar... pish... o with baby leeks! Slightly less dirty hippie teen: Dude, haven't you heard about this place! It's run by Alice Waters, she's all into... localities and shit. [Pause] Slightly less dirty hippie teen: Yeah, she's really blowin' up

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I have had a lot of really crappy stoves. For six (?) years I lived in a tiny apartment with a behemoth (irony!) with no thermostat and a hole in the back. Actually, the biggest irony was that it was (or had once been) white but the "brand" name was BROWN. God that cracked me up.The thing about the BROWN stove was that it cranked out amazing food. The temperature range went all the way from on to

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Some friends gave me Sunday Suppers at Lucques, so I cooked them dinner from it. It's been a while since I did a real dinner party, and I have to admit it was, in fact, fun, both the cooking and the eating.And the drinking.The food was uniformly excellent. My first impression of the book was not charitable: poor man's Zuni. Second impression: how many braised fucking short rib recipes am I going

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