The Evolution of Cookbooks. [part 1]

Have you noticed that cookbooks are no longer just books full of recipes? I enjoy this. There are cookbooks with tips and tricks, fun facts, advice on LIFE (which sometimes seems shady in a cookbook, like it’s the perfect outlet to just put that out there when really all we wanted was recipes, but lately I’ve realized it’s surprisingly appropriate when done the right way..)

My point is, if we consider a cookbook a form of creative expression (which it is) instead of a manual (which it never should have been) the possibilities seem pretty endless. Everyone needs food and everyone should try at least once to be creative in the kitchen, because boring food is boring.

I think the way we look at food is changing rapidly and we NEED these new forms of cookbooks in order to start changing the way we interact with food. The more we are consciously thinking about what and how we are cooking and eating the more we start to care about so many other things, our bodies, our environment, poverty, the economy of want versus need, etc.

There is much more to be said on the evolution of cookbook-ery. But not right now. The ramble train has a few more stops to make today.

The egg.

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The egg is the most interesting and complicated natural object. A source of life in a variety of ways. A hard protective shell that can withstand immense force yet with a single tap can be broken. An inspiration for creativity, with a million different uses, the egg is an incredible natural resource.

I’ve begun to compile a list of uses for the egg, soon to be a permanent feature of The Daily Sporker. Stay tuned!

My dog is not a racist.

My dog is not a racist.

My dog does not like black dogs. Specifically those that are bigger than he is. Every dog who has ever jumped him or been let out without a leash by some idiotic woman who doesn’t understand her dog is a criminal at large.. has been a big black lab. Therefore my dog thinks every black lab is out to get him. Okay, my dog may be a racist.

I suppose if a white guy was mugged by a black guy they might act the same way.. In fact I’ve seen it firsthand in a few dim-witted individuals. But what if a white guy was mugged by a white guy? (I say “guy” because it was the first gender that came out of my fingers, there are certainly plenty of females muggers. Also my dog is a boy.) When white people are mugged by white people they often then associate the appearance and demeanor of the white mugger with their fear instinct. They get spooked by people wearing the same coat as the person who mugged them, or maybe the guy was eating a churro so they’re afraid of churros for a few months.. (because no one can stay mad at churros forever.) If a black guy gets mugged by a black guy it provokes the same reaction. (These statements are made assuming the victim becomes afraid, not all people become fearful of coats or churros or even being mugged in general.)

But what about if a black guy gets mugged by a white guy? From conversations I’ve had firsthand, it seems that there is much less fear associated with race coming from an African-american male who has been mugged. (Unless of course the attacker is a white cop. I’m not gonna go there, because I don’t even have to.) It seems that the fear that then develops most often is of the streets themselves as opposed to the specific person who attacked them. Why is this? (Keep in mind I’m taking a very tiny fraction of my city’s black community’s opinion to uncover this information.) If the streets in your neighborhood are threatened, your community is threatened, and from my experience black individuals are better at taking pride in their community more than any people I know.

Personally I think this is in part due to the black community’s awareness of what is and has been happening in our country, and the racial tensions that SOMEHOW still exist in nearly every city in America. That black man who was mugged just added 3 points to his race card by the way, and he deserves more. I guarantee that black individual has endured prejudice and most likely has developed a specific type of strength within himself. That strength of unity, that strength that endures enormous racial injustices and causes communities to become closer, that strength that propels him forward with his life because that man can not be afraid. He can not be afraid, because fear is what breaks up the unity between neighboring individuals. And for a black male in 2015, that neighborhood unity is incredibly important. I have immense respect for the black community in my city, and only wish that white people would quit putting down every other race including the other white people long enough to join the community of human beings.

So, my dog is a racist.

Fussy & Picky.

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Does anyone else have trouble transitioning from pen & paper to keyboard? Holy crap this is difficult.

Writing drafts is a very specific skill I feel I possess. If my job was to write ONLY a first draft of anything thrown in front of me I would be living in a much nicer apartment.. I’m not talking first drafts typed up with margins to make notes, and asterisks’ that connect to footnotes asking the editor dirty little grammar questions. I’m talking the biggest pile of incomplete chicken-scratch paragraphs you’ve ever seen with arrows to margins which contain other entire paragraphs written in size .45 font to be deciphered later by an eagle wearing +3.8 prescription lenses. On yellow legal paper. Not the 8×11″ kind. The legal PAD.

Needless to say I’m all about the paper & pen, so when I decided to start writing again I knew I would have to become better friends with my keyboard. It makes your brain think differently, right? When I type straight out of my brain things seem to get very precise, and my choice of words become fussy and picky. (The two gayest old railway cats you’ll ever meet. Fussy and Picky.) I’m typing out of my brain right now, can you tell?

Writing on paper is more like playing to me. You can fiddle with sections of paragraphs and still be able to see what you originally wrote, those margins are free game and if needed you can add visuals! you can make little boxes categorizing the thoughts that make up whatever it is you’re trying to attempt to finish.. The paper is yellow. It makes you feel like you’re a real writer, I get more confident when I go out and sit with my little yellow legal pad. When I sit at the computer I feel insecure and frightened.. But as I sit here now I’m realizing that this is not uncomfortable, it’s just good in a different way. Maybe Fussy and Picky are going to be my friends.. I will never utter that sentence again in my life, I promise.

The point of all this is that both the keyboard and the paper & pen are necessary in writing growth. Or whatever. I don’t know, I just sat here and typed from my brain and now we have 2 gay railway cats names Fussy and Picky.

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