I’d disagree with number 11: don’t try to be polite about nagging for updates. Just don’t nag people for updates. A comment that demands an update, or is all “YOU FINALLY UPDATED”, is actually demoralising and reduces your chance of getting more stories.
Writing is a skill and a craft. If you want it done on your schedule and to your tastes, you should expect to pay for it.
of course any Competent Adult points I just scored making dinner are cancelled out by the fact that I forgot to get my DVD cases unlocked at the library but NEVER MIND THAT
I’ve had pasta al limone twice this week and I guess it’s my new go-to?? to wit: cook yr pasta way al dente (it’ll finish in the sauce), heat some cream and lemon zest, whisk in a little butter, throw in your pasta, parmesan, lemon juice, stir. bam. done. throw more parm and a shitload of black pepper on top bc you’re a grownup and you can do what you want, maybe a couple long strips of lemon zest you saved for garnish bc you’re fucking fancy, and there you go!! look at you with your garnish and your amazing-smelling lemony-fresh kitchen, you sexy minx.
The memorial outside of Anthony Bourdain’s old restaurant Brasserie Les Halles.
A couple excerpts in no particular order:
“I work in food because of you. Sometimes I think I live in New York because of you”
“Burgers on brioche buns totally suck! Thank you!”
“Anthony, thanks for showing & visiting Armenia on Parts Unknown – letting the world know about the Armenian Genocide”
“You will be missed- A vegan”
“You’ve left an impression on me and many men… and for a man, esp. a white man, exceptional and graceful in all your interactions with people”
“When I was 14 I thought I was going to be a journalist or a writer, then I was given a copy of Kitchen Confidential. It changed my life. 20 years later I’m a CHEF because of YOU.”
“People say you should never meet you heroes: the fear of rejection, the fear of being let down, fear that they will not live up to your super high expectations. I mean that’s what makes them your heroes right? … I met chef twice… he looked over, tipped his glass at me and continued on, we drank in silence but i was never more comfortable ”
“ I can’t believe its not butter… I fucking can.”- I worked for him, best soul in food
“you made me COOK… and I’m a single New Yorker”
“I am a bubbly, happy vegetarian you would have hated me. But I loved you like we all did. You saw the world with compassion masked in distain”
I’m so high that I just ate a cookie w/o knowing that there were raisins in it and A. they actually tasted good and B. I’m not even mad about it
I’m watching the Vegan Black Metal Chef/Norah Jones/Christopher Walken No Reservations holiday special again and haven’t comprehended a second of it but to be fair to the weed, that may not be the weed’s fault
