Monday, August 28, 2006

Today's Sermon--Alton Brown

I intend to make each Sunday "Sermon Sunday," with preaching (of a sort) on a favorite subject of mine. I missed this Sunday by a hour or so, but I wanted to start the tradition nonetheless. The title of this Sunday's Sermon is...."On Alton Brown--My Hero."

I've always loved cooking shows. Not just because I love food (probably too much), or because I love cooking (although not enough to do it for myself as much as I should), but because they made the cryptic and inscrutable--the alchemy which is cooking--understandable and, well, scrutable. Half of cooking is technique--"how do I make that?" as opposed to "what is in that?"--and great cooking shows make it all look easy. (Of course, what looks easy on the screen may not be easy in the kitchen, but more on that later.) They also tend to revolve around personalities: I know that Julia herself, with all her jollity and can-do-itiveness, was a big attraction to me (and to Dan Ayckroyd, to judge by his affectionate satire.) Sometimes even more so than the food.

When Food Network came on the air, I fell first for Emeril, and I'm sure personality was the culprit (although most of the recipes I've cooked up have been excellent!) Emeril is big, engaging, funny--and incredibly repetitive after the first ten kajillion times you have heard him bam or exclaim about pork fat. (Hey, I love it too, but come on!) Then Rachael Ray caught my eye, mainly because she is cute. Her schtick became even more annoying twice as quickly, however. (Concerning her travel shows--Does she love everything she puts in her mouth? {insert dirty joke here}) I despaired of finding a guru of the same level of dear, departed Julia.

Then, one day, I saw Good Eats for the first time.

What do I love about Alton? Let me count the ways.....
  • he makes things scrutable, but with science! Seriously, I like to know not only about the technique called for in preparing a particular dish, but why is that technique is called for, what does it do? Or, why those ingredients (in that order?) With Alton, I get the whys and wherefores. He talks about why foods behave certain ways, chemically, and I feel like this helps me understand and perform the techniques he is teaching more effectively. His books do the same thing. I like knowing why I'm doing something a particular way--he tells me.
  • he is funny, in a genuine way. I'm not just talking about the jokes on the show, but his whole demeanor. On his newest show, Feasting on Asphalt (now sadly at an end after only four episodes), he takes a spill on his motorcycle. As he lay there in the road, in pain from a broken clavicle, he made a joke about his motorcycle mirror.
  • he seems like a guy you (okay, I) would want to pal around with. Watching his "Making of" special, it looked like his employees like working with him, that he is good to them. He seems like a guy you could have a great conversation with on a bunch of topics--and he could keep up with any turn in the flow that might occur.
  • I keep thinking of more friends who would love his show if they had cable or watched cooking shows. I don't know if this says more about Alton or about the friends I choose (or who choose me), but--I know they would love it!
In any event, such is my paean to Alton Brown, my new food guru. Moral--you should be watching him!

Further, deponent sayeth not--go forth and sin no more.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Old School for Pre-School!


This video makes me very happy. Who knew that Dipsy could shake it old school like this? Don't hurt 'em, Dips!

Look, a picture!


I will post a picture from my vast store of digital images each week. Here is this week's image--feast your eyes! It was taken on the beautiful Orkney Islands last summer. I'm hiding behind one of the Standing Stones of Stenness, which sit in the middle of a sheep field--oh, I am such a scamp! Beyond the frame, several of said sheep are looking at the idiot American bemusedly.

Friday, August 25, 2006

Raison d'etre

After horrible, horrible, unspoken and imaginary pressure by certain parties who shall remain nameless (darn you, Ronda!), I have decided to start this blog, despite the fact that I really should be finishing up some things for school right now. (Okay, probably because I should be finishing up some things for school right now. Never let it be said that I couldn't cop to my prediliction for procrastination.) I have no idea how often I will update it, and I offer no promises as to how entertaining it might be. It is, however, less creepy (to me) than putting up a profile on MySpace.

A note on this blog's title: I am, at present, forced to include a disclaimer on my answering machine's outgoing message that I am not a particular Kevin T--an author of a popular book on supposed herbal cures and a convicted felon on fraud charges (are the two linked? who can say....without opening oneself to libel charges, at least....). I was forced to take this step, as well as ordering caller ID, once I started to receive two to three calls a day looking for this idiot, who also happens to reside in the same area as I do. He, happily for him, has an unlisted number. I don't, so I regularly get complaint calls and e-mails (some quite abusive) intended for him. Let me just say that I have a white-hot burning disdain for the individual who has the bad fortune (for me!) of sharing my name....may he suffer the discomfort of a hundred paper cuts! Rubbed with lemon! And salt! With no band-aid in sight! And only nasty stinging Bactine to clean the cuts!

I shall say no more on this subject.