Culinary troglodyte at City Pages

A couple weeks ago City Pages published a terrific article about supporting family farms by signing up for summer produce.
I learned all about the author/accomplished chef's experitse at sautee-ing things in garlic and olive oil.
Also, she HATES: turnips, collards, squash, and celery root. I had to write to thank her.
A letter to the editor of City Pages:
Dear Editors,
I realize that not everyone can be Dara Moskowitz, but the author of last week's piece was more than a little off the mark. Next time you are looking for someone to write about fresh, locally-grown produce, perhaps you can find a writer who is more 'accomplished' than a culinary troglodyte with the palate of an imbecile. No, wait. That's a bit harsh. I live with a troglodytic imbecile and, unlike your columnist, he likes squash, turnips, and collards. And he's only 3. And he's a CAT.
Whatever the problem your "accomplished chef" has with her own food aversions, it would have been nice if she had kept those to herself and had instead offered some information about fresh greens and vegetables that didn't have to be
drown in oil and garlic.

MIA, but...

I wasn't disappeared! Though the government have legislated themselves
permission to deem undesireables "enemies of the state," and take us
(the undesireables) into custody, I wasn't. Maybe they haven't caught up
to me yet, despite having the NSA read my blog. It must be my secret code
formed entirely out of food terminology. Ha!
I learned something this weekend. There is a direct correlation between Happy Hour(s)
and the amount of money I spend when attending. First, let me say I've never
actually found "Happy Hour" in Minneapolis to be anything more than "Moderately
Pleasant Chunk-o-Wasted Time, Nearly 4 hours in Full." So much for false advertising and my
gullibility. That said, there is a parallel between the Happy Hour(s)/Cash Vacuum and Low Fat or
Sugar Free food/weight gain. See if this example follows the rule:
I go with a friend for sushi. We arrive at 6 o'clock and are told that Happy Hour ends at, hmmm
6! We proceed to look for another establishment in which to partake of the, let's call it, "Irritated and
Willing to Entertain the Possibility of 'Happy Thoughts' Hour."
No such luck. We stop for a beer to kill time before another sushi joint. With still a full hour to the start
of IWEPHT hour, we decide to order some items that will not be featured in the Happy Hour Specials.
Lo and behold, we trounced that wait and Happy Hour arrived just for us to get 2 dollars knocked off
the only item we could still stomache after gorging and throwing down $40 each.
Moral of the story: Eat at home, think about all the money you've saved. This makes me happy.
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