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Krotz Why Real Men Bake Cookies (06/29/07) |
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Lately I’ve been thinking about food. I’m not on a diet, the emblematic precursor of a food fixity, and anyone who wanders into the shop these days will be forgiven for mistaking me for Sidney Greenstreet or Charles Durning. Yup, I’m a fat old man and more and more my feet hurt, but I have no intention of cutting down or cutting out anything at all. And yet, it seems like everyone else is on a diet, or quitting something, or inventing something they think will make them rich. The inventors among you should try and invent something that makes people into skinny non-smokers. People would buy your deal in a minute and you’d be on your way to rich. In the mean time, I encourage you to get Dori Greenspann’s book Baking: From My Home to Yours out of the public library, or to buy one from your favorite independent bookstore. If you own one book on baking this is the one to own. Dori is a nice looking woman, but what won her to my heart was the lucidity of her prose and her no nonsense insistence that real food—real butter, real cream, real chocolate—clinches the difference between merely tasty and exquisite. Dori also writes that carbohydrates are the best part of breakfast and that desert ought to be eaten first because if there isn’t any room for the Lima beans, well, so what? Korova cookies, one of my favorite recipes, is named for obscure reasons after the Korova Bar in Anthony Burgess’ novel A Clockwork Orange. I wish I knew the reason for this—it is one of those literary and culinary mysteries that Diane Mott Davidson (Chopping Spree) might solve—but what really matters is that these are good, good cookies. It goes like this:
Men, if you’ve hung in here this long, congratulations! Real men go to church, celebrate diversity, and bake cookies. Bake these cookies today and you may get lucky tonight. |
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