For the magazine’s fall Food issue, we treated six second graders from P.S. 295 in Brooklyn to dinner at Daniel, where the seven-course tasting menu goes for $220 a person.
The teaser trailer for Disney/Pixar’s 2015 film Inside Out was released last week, and I think it’s got some potential: a handful of characters representing a young girl’s emotions—Anger, Joy, Sadness, Disgust, and Fear—are personified as little funny colored beings living inside her head. The film catches the main character, Riley, 11, as she is transitioning from being a happy child to an emotional basketcase of a pre-teen who is forced to move away from everything she loves when her dad gets a new job.
I’m interested in the apparent attempt to acknowledge and honor emotions in this movie that aren’t normally encouraged in young girls and women, and while it would be nice to see a kids movie showing a little boy having emotions, maybe this is a step in the right direction?
I made this sweater with Aran wool brought back for me from Ireland one year ago this week by my friend Jess. I started it weeks and weeks and months and months ago, but my knitting takes a backseat to canning and other summertime adventures when the sun is out, and nobody wants to think about cable knits when it’s 80 degrees.
But the changing calendar—if not the weather, as somehow Seattle’s managed to extend 70 degree days into October this year—had me sewing up seams and choosing buttons at Joann’s this weekend, and after so long it’s ready to keep a new baby snug.
I started this sweater—only the second I’ve made, actually—without a baby in mind to gift it to, but I found out this month that an old friend from my France days has a baby girl due this January. Just in time for a cozy Christmas gift from across the pond.
(pssst…don’t forget to think of Down Cellar when you’re thinking of knits for gifts this holiday season!)
Quaker Oats’ website says it stands for “warmth, nourishment and trust — qualities you’ll find in loving moms from diverse backgrounds who care for and want the very best for their families.”
But the Jim Crow Museum at Ferris State University in Michigan includes her image in a traveling “Hateful Things” exhibit alongside Uncle Ben’s Rice and other period advertisements, toys and cartoons, mainly from the Civil War through segregation.
Despite my undying love for word play, I’m a little dismayed that something so serious is being treated so flippantly—and please don’t take that as a pancake pun. The fact that this brand still exists in 2014 is testimony to the fact that America is just plain unwilling to confront its racist past.
Incidentally, as a 3 year old in Las Vegas, Nevada, I threw a glass bottle of Aunt Jemima syrup across my bedroom because she wouldn’t talk to me, like the bottle did in the commercials. If you’re going to promise a talking syrup bottle, for God’s sake, deliver a talking syrup bottle. Please.