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...some Thais are," says Thompson. "They're not forgetting how to eat." Nor are they forgetting how to read. One day, perhaps, Thai Street Food will become the definitive reference for Thais as well as foreigners. Where else will they learn that the best coconut cream is squeezed through muslin and that giant water bugs give fish sauce the most haunting of aromas...
...Sert Café, in which many “toolkits”—symbolizing the standard processes of production in areas from architecture to “toolkit-making”—are on display. They are all stitched between two layers of muslin, however, so that they will never be used. Only the process remains. The act of putting on her iconic bow every single day joins the ranks of these “standard procedures.” “It’s a subjective standard operating procedure, though, because I choose...
...help brew, have met with plenty of enthusiasm. “I’ve had as many as 30 kids watching the pot boil,” Wilson said. When I met with him, he was stirring a pot of murky water with muslin sacks of barley bobbing near the surface. He was making a porter to be dry hopped with cacao and vanilla beans. Not quite Natty...
Over Labor day weekend, thousands of foodies flooded a special farmers' market set up by Slow Food Nation in San Francisco's grand Civic Center. But the gourmands who showed up eager to fill their baskets with dry-farmed Early Girl tomatoes and muslin-wrapped Cheddar cheeses might have been surprised to find that the first event of the conference wasn't a seminar on artisan bread but an earnest panel on the global crisis of rising food prices. Slow Food--the anti-fast-food, anti-industrial-agriculture movement launched in 1986 by a left-wing Italian journalist--too often...
...dismounted, his face was submerged in the warm, diaphanous folds of her riding habit. He could smell her perfume intermingled with the musky essence of her being. He felt the muslin sweep down his face, at first in abundance, then diminishing where it closed around her waist, and then there was nothing between them, only his own breath intensely hot against the rising swell of her bosom...