Food For Sloth

Trying for direction but hopelessly rudderless

A Victoria Cake for Labor Day, with passion fruit curd and chocolate chips / a Momofuku-Fortnum & Mason lovechild

The love child of my two favorite cakes: Fortnum & Mason’s Victoria Cake and Momofuku’s passion fruit chocolate chip layer

A Victoria Cake for Labor Day, with passion fruit curd and chocolate chips / a Momofuku-Fortnum & Mason lovechild

The love child of my two favorite cakes: Fortnum & Mason’s Victoria Cake and Momofuku’s passion fruit chocolate chip layer

I went to Whole Foods yesterday to buy caster sugar and 1 passion fruit. 1 because the store I went to yesterday had only 5 passion fruits left in the basket and the passion fruit curd recipe calls for 6. They looked small, dark, and shriveled, like prunes, but the BBC says that means they are riper and more sweet.

I went to Whole Foods yesterday to buy caster sugar and 1 passion fruit. 1 because the store I went to yesterday had only 5 passion fruits left in the basket and the passion fruit curd recipe calls for 6. They looked small, dark, and shriveled, like prunes, but the BBC says that means they are riper and more sweet.

I went to Whole Foods yesterday to buy caster sugar and 1 passion fruit. 1 because the store I went to yesterday had only 5 passion fruits left in the basket and the passion fruit curd recipe calls for 6. They looked small, dark, and shriveled, like prunes, but the BBC says that means they are riper and more sweet.

I went to Whole Foods yesterday to buy caster sugar and 1 passion fruit. 1 because the store I went to yesterday had only 5 passion fruits left in the basket and the passion fruit curd recipe calls for 6. They looked small, dark, and shriveled, like prunes, but the BBC says that means they are riper and more sweet.

My job at the Village Voice requires that I spend hours and hours looking up upcoming events in New York and adding them to our listings page, which I encourage you to browse if you’re looking for stuff to do. New Yorkers are lucky to be in a place where there are so many film screenings, theater productions, concerts, literary readings, art gallery shows, regular dance parties, food festivals, museum events, free outdoor celebrations, etc EVERY NIGHT, but too often we (certainly I) just go out with friends and look at their faces. I love doing this, but, it might be fun to do something in addition to that. 

I read about and list so many events on the regular that it takes something truly spectacular to make me want to highlight it here, on this series that will hopefully be regular but, well. Here goes:

The Last Days of Folly, at Madison Square Park on Wednesday, Sept. 3rd at 5:30pm

Read all about it here.

Highlights: Jarvis Cocker (the first champion of hipster glasses, of the brilliant British band Pulp) creating musical interludes between stage performances; Sofia Coppola (who has made me daydream about having a canned rosé named after myself) helps choreograph of a Claude Debussy Arabesque by performers from the Joeffry Ballet School; inconspicuous wireless speakers installed throughout the park emit a hushed soundscape combining 1950s love songs, Fellini soundtracks, and traditional baroque strings with ambient and contemporary music; and the sculptures

I love reading reviews. They are so unabashedly saucy (this will take on a double meaning soon), like when Manhola Dargis refers to King George’s wife in The King’s Speech as “the future dumpling known as the Queen Mother.” I usually learn a new word, like obsidian, which was used to describe Lisbeth Salander’s bangs. But this snippet, from Dwight Garner’s review of The Art of Sleeping Alone, takes the cake:

It’s also gauzy and episodic and not particularly well written, yet it drifts along on a kind of existential bearnaise of its own secreting.

Existential bearnaise of its own secreting. Here’s some bearnaise, in case you’re about to learn a new word yourself:

The underbelly of a threshold at the royal palace in Jaipur. January 2014. 

The underbelly of a threshold at the royal palace in Jaipur. January 2014. 

A note + gift that was supposed to go to Uma Thurman is now mine. Thanks @parisreview for an amazing year!

A note + gift that was supposed to go to Uma Thurman is now mine. Thanks @parisreview for an amazing year!

Am I the only one who found the cover of this NYTimes mag totally bizarre? Or not so much bizarre as…huh?

Am I the only one who found the cover of this NYTimes mag totally bizarre? Or not so much bizarre as…huh?