I really liked this.
I really liked this.
I definitely sympathize with being terrified of small talk with people in public. That said, if I went into a salon and got called a hairdresser's dream and told that I should be "X-Files red," I could die happy.
Also this hairdresser sounds like a bad bitch and I want her to cut my hair.
She does briefly address the issue of food deserts in the introduction and on the Kickstarter page:
"Ultimately, this cookbook doesn’t address those areas; instead, I based it on low-income neighborhoods in New York, particularly Inwood (where I researched most of the pricing information) and Bushwick (where I lead grocery store tours for clients of the local WIC center). Again, quoting from the book’s revised introduction: 'The meals ... use ingredients common to most low-income New York City neighborhoods. ... Naturally, prices in other cities—even other neighborhoods—will vary, so please think of the numbers as a guideline.'
I won’t dispute that food deserts are a significant problem in poor areas of America, but they’re unfortunately outside the scope of this cookbook."
Basing the information off two neighborhoods in NYC necessarily limits how applicable it is to other places. It's an unfortunate limitation, but I still think the book has some value. The best "food stamp cookbook" would be the one tailor-made for an individual or family based on their specific situation, and though that's clearly impossible to mass-produce, this book which can be mass-produced at least gives a place to start.
Needs more Qream
Why chew an almond at all ever in a world where marzipan exists?
I'm really sorry this happened to you.
When I first read the headline I thought it meant "20 songs by women that will (THE WOMEN) turn 20 in 2014 (BECAUSE THEY, THE WOMEN, WERE BORN IN 1994)" and I was like :((((((((
(But then I read the whole thing and felt better about my increasing and inevitable obsolescence because at least it has a nice soundtrack)
The horse named Donna is what sold it for me.
Psst... I think that first #3 is supposed to be a #2.
...or maybe I'm supposed to imagine a world where the number 2 does not exist and laugh about it? (It is pretty funny, up there with throwing milkshakes at things)