The “Well” column at the NYT breaks down the cookbook scene this holiday season, and includes this interesting note:
When the economy crumbles, people start cooking at home more. In May, the market research firm Information Resources had already reported that 53 percent of consumers said they were cooking from scratch more than they did just six months earlier.
I did pick up three food magazines at Barnes and Noble yesterday. One, Gastronomica, has me slack-jawed. The writing is clear and gifted, the design spare and elegant. It is gorgeous and erudite at the same time. The current issue includes articles on how climate change may impact our food systems (think millet instead of wheat), the history of Chinese food restaurants using perverted Oriental characters in their signage and a poem about potatoes.
Since 2001 we’ve been renewing the connection between sensual and intellectual nourishment by offering readers a taste of passionate inquiry through scholarship, humor, fiction, poetry, and exciting visual imagery.
Gastronomica is quarterly and expensive ($48 per year) but has no advertising. An absolute gem.
Then I opened La Cucina Italiana and was treated to horrendous navel-gazing from the publisher (his piece is about the magazine having more readers than last year) and a phoned-in letter from the editor in chief. Blah. I hear the original is better.