A smattering of food-related items for you today. No, I’m not on a diet–at least no more so than usual. Why do you ask?
First up: Some of my friends have been talking about the Fondoodler. The what?
Think of it as a hot glue gun optimized for kitchen use. Shove in a chunk of cheese, wait for it to come up to temperature, and pull the trigger. Spluuuuuuuuuuuurt!
This is one of the stupidest culinary devices I’ve ever encountered. You need to slice your cheese into small chunks to fit. The nozzle is tiny and only does string shapes. You can’t use it to melt anything other than cheese. There are three separate pieces that need to be washed.
If you want melted cheese, you can do it on the stove just as quickly.
So why do I want one?
Ahem. Moving on.
Perhaps you’ve noticed a trend at restaurants. An obnoxious trend. I’m talking about the increasing use of inappropriate plates.
Excuse me. “Plates.”
It started with serving fries in a cone. What’s the point of that? All the salt and spices rub off of the fries and wind up in an unappetizing pile at the bottom of the cone. You can’t put ketchup on them.
Then it got worse.
Who thought using shoes, shovels, and random pieces of wood as serving vessels was a good idea? Far too many people, apparently.
Fortunately, there’s one brave soul out there chronicling the ugliness. We Want Plates is dedicated to shaming those who serve food “on bits of wood and roof slates, chips in mugs and drinks in jam jars.” Despite their deplorable prejudice against the Oxford comma, the site is well worth your time.
The Lego breadbasket is bad enough–who wants to risk the ire of the poor busboy who has to reassemble the basket after you succumb to the urge to play with your plate–but then there’s the avocado syringe. And the beef wellington on a guillotine. And, of course, prawns in a tree–with a rabbit.
I think I’m starting to understand how the Fondoodler could gain such a grip on the minds of the unwary.
Moving on to something more positive.
Juzo Itami’s 1985 film Tampopo is currently getting a new theatrical release with a restored print. Huzzah!
Tampopo is one of my favorite movies, and several lines have become family catch phrases.
A comedy, yes, but seasoned with just the right amount of tragedy.
If you haven’t ever seen Tampopo, you should be ashamed of yourself–and you should be checking for a showing near you.
Side note: Don’t let Fandango’s synopsis (“Milk-truck drivers (Tsutomu Yamazaki, Ken Watanabe) help cook (Nobuko Miyamoto) with her noodles”) put you off. No matter what they suggest, this is not a film about cannibalism.