Yes, I had a cheese sandwich today. In fact it was a sandwich "gone wild!" with mesquite-roasted turkey, Caciocavallo ("cheese on horseback" which is similar to Provolone but stretched, shaped by hand & made in southern Italy) bought at Steve's Cheese in Portland, flash-frozen home-made arugula pesto zapped in the microwave from a prior winter dinner, a Safeway roma tomato that was ready to turn, some Ybarra Alioli (yes, that's how they spell aioli in Espana), & finally, some fiery Giardiniera bought from The Tuscan Market & Wine Shop, the only decent gourmet purveyor (as far as I can tell) in the vicinity of my grandmother's assisted-living facility in Arlington Heights, IL. A real melange!
Now normally, would I tell you about what I concocted from our ridiculously over-condimented fridge on a Sunday afternoon? Well, of course not! I don't have the time to write about every meal I make, nor should you care. So this brings about the *point* of this missive which is about the Always Hungry column in the March '06 publication of Food & Wine, "In the Belly of the Blog". What makes a blog worth-while your reading & my writing???
Wells' critique bases itself upon the model of the cheese-sandwich, i.e- I am going to write about everything I ate today & you will find it to be interesting. Yet, look at quirky cataloger Georges Perec & tell me that you're not fascinated with what this Polish-Parisian imbibed in a year. It's the equivalent of accessing Dali's intestines! At least one guy, Tucker Shaw, has jumped on this idea & got himself a major book deal with Everything I Ate: A Year in the Life of My Mouth. Shaw's book did not stem from a blog, as Julie Powell's Julie and Julia: 365 Days, 524 Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen did--a year's worth of blogging on the existential reality show of "living the dream" as a secretary with higher aspirations in the Big Apple. There must be something more to life--enter food, that one common denominator of the human experience--be it that first spoonful of soggy cereal in the morning, to thrusting a fork into the golden skin of a perfectly roasted chicken.
So while I do agree that the world of blogging can become so self-referencial that it becomes a bore & a burden on the history food writing (I am, therefore I blog) but there is so much to the "information highway" that is useful, valiant & inspiring. I would much rather hear about the cacophonous exploits of bloggers that span a culinary gamut, as I do in real life, than rely on someone that writes solely about the most Fear-Factor food to be consumed in L.A. or everything pizza, hamburger, or likewise narrowly-defined Vietnamese noodle spots. Interesting, perhaps, but valuable to me as a diner? The defense of a day-in-the-life blogger rests. I hope you, dear reader, agree that variety is the spice of life for all of us.