This past week, I was thrilled to publish my first piece for Tablet Magazine. It appeared on Wednesday, 9/15, right after Rosh Hashanah.
Check it out:
I’m excited to share that at last, “Rice” is up. You can read it here:
Some of my geekier and historical references didn’t make the final cut. If you’re interested in the history of rice in the U.S., check out Black Rice by Judith A. Carney. Che Axum recommended it to me, and I will pass that along to you.
I have a piece this week in the online magazine Elevation DC. The upside: I got to know four of the most vibrant personalities on the DC culinary scene. Downside: I have a long list of restaurants I need to visit. Come to think of it, is that really so bad?
Interviews are minefields for sources. And the resulting articles? Almost too fickle and frightening to contemplate. At least that’s the view taken by the subject of a Rolling Stone feature who I’ve been reading about lately.
Ben Schlappig’s reaction to major media attention shows the one-two punch of trepidation and surprise that only a savvy source can experience. He describes being cautious taking part in the reporting process for Ben Wofford’s piece, and expecting to emerge either more flattered than he expected or woefully disappointed at the portrayal. The maelstrom of coverage—most of it piggybacking on the RS coverage (see here, here, here, and here)—also got me thinking about journalism ethics.
According to a wine expert I just interviewed for an article, rosé is a great go-to wine for summer.
Wait, you may be saying. Isn’t that what ’80s housewives lounging by their California pools drink?
Nope, you’re thinking of white zinfandel. Which is different, and to which you have sommeliers’ permission to turn up your nose. There are apparently several other things you should know about rosé, which include that it’s not a mixture of red and white wines (rather, it’s a wine where the grape skins have had a limited amount of time to macerate in the grape juice). It’s also good with barbecue. I’ll be trying it with a white bean panzanella.
So I picked up a Chateau Montaud Cotes de Provence rosé, which clocked in at $12 and seemed like a good entry-level pink wine.
But you don’t have to worry about brands. Just know that I, via my actually knowledgeable source, recommend it. Grab a bottle, pop it in your fridge, take it back out to warm up a bit to the right temperature, and consume a chilled sip of summer.
Cheers and Shabbat shalom!
…and in other news…
Originally posted on The Videofreex:
It’s been an active month for the Videofreex. Building on a successful debut in North Carolina, “Here Come the Videofreex” made the rounds in New York last week. In between showings in Brooklyn and Rosendale, the Brooklyn Museum hosted the screening and discussion Videofreex and Feminism: “Bumps on a Level Playing Field”.
I attended the Rosendale Theatre screening, seeing the final cut of the film for the first time. I couldn’t have been more proud of what this energetic band accomplished, or of filmmakers Jon Nealon and Jenny Raskin, who spent a decade on the movie. Naturally, we received the royal treatment.
Jon conjured the…
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