Edible equivalent

of the Shatner reading. Almost.

Good take

on a pretty magical island -- I keep a photo on my desk of our last lunch there, which was absolute perfection.

An intelligent antidote

to the silly post-"Julie/Julia" debate.

No

comment -- just worth considering.

Or he could have just nattered on

about an umlaut. 

Bigger question?

Why aren't we all fat -- and finally it's addressed.

This fud business

is very complicated.

What does he know?

He only lives/eats/works there.

Better late

than to let a great piece go unread, although you would flip right past it in that scrunched-in magazine. You gotta wonder what happened to copy editors, though: Misspelling Bunyan in the fucking lede?

Love to know

the tipping point. . .

(Gleaned from Chowhound)

Not fud, just uplifting

Eye candy most appreciated when you can't afford new clothes.

Not fud, just excellent

And unfortunately not surprising.