Showing posts with label Ruth Reichl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ruth Reichl. Show all posts

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Who is Josh Friedland? Ask Ruth Bourdain.

This is big. Ruth Bourdain, the bawdy, brainy Twitter mashup persona of Anthony Bourdain and Ruth Reichl unveiled him/herself to The New York Times this morning in front page news. Since March of 2010, Ruth Bourdain has been tweeting hilarious, pointed musings on the culinary affectations of modern day foodie greats.

The real identity of this James Beard award winning culinary star has been the subject of breathless speculation (at times). S/he turns out to be, Josh Friedland, a calm, somewhat serious foodie at the helm of Food Section, a website that features Josh’s original reporting and food stories that he gathers from all over the universe. The amazing thing is that there is not a hint of snark, irony or satire on his site. There IS however a huge amount of information, news and culinary intelligence that would work perfectly as the basis for Ruth Bourdain’s mocking messaging on Twitter. And let’s not forget that Josh lives in Joisey!  
  
The real world tweets of Ruth Reichl and Anthony Bourdain seem like a parody in themselves, so it was a brilliant idea to combine them. As of this writing, here is Reichl’s latest tweet:
Fuzzy gray Rothko sky. Strangely gorgeous. Sour cherry lemonade. Fresh warm biscuits. Apricot jam. Bright food for a pale morning.
And another:
Air warm. Heavy. Skies gray. Wild turkeys on the lawn. Bright cold watermelon splashed with cream. Iced lemon verbena tea. Lighter.    
                   

These are some recent tweets from Anthony Bourdain (who has calmed down a lot after having a daughter and marrying):
Are airport food service operations required to hire all staff through A Dribbling, Uncaring Idiots Union? No other explanation #GoatRodeo
Breakfast: coffee, lipitor and my last Congolese painkiller.

                     

I was fairly certain Ruth Bourdain was Alice Waters, who actually admitted to it in 2011. Okay, it WAS on April Fool’s Day, but I loved the idea that the super serious and painfully earnest chef could mock herself with such abandon. It IS cool to know RB’s real identity, but I wonder if her/his tweets will lose a bit of their edge, knowing that they come from such a seemingly calm and dispassionate observer of the culinary scene.

Monday, April 11, 2011

WHO is Ruth Bourdain? Really?!!

It actually DOES make sense.

I’ve been away, so that’s my only excuse for not presenting this important story as breaking news. But this is HUGE news…WHENEVER you hear about it.

The real life identity of Ruth Bourdain has been the subject of speculation ever since she started Tweeting. The alternately poetically waxing and scurrilously cursing Tweetster has demonstrated a wicked sense of humor AND an intense, deep knowledge of food topics and issues. Who could this person have been?

I found it quite surprising for a couple of reasons to learn that Ruth Bourdain is no other than Alice Waters, chef of all that is good and holy and, hopefully, organic.   

Firstly, we don’t think of the Mother of California Cuisine as being foul-mouthed or particularly amusing, but, boy, is she! Apparently, she needed an outlet for the more base parts of her personality, while still wanting to express her foodie-ism. And secondly, she has an ongoing feud of sorts with Anthony Bourdain, which makes this whole taking-on-part-of-his-identity-thing even funnier.

Alice Waters said this about him and Ruth Reichl:
"Well, Tony has always been something of an ass to me. So there's that. But he also represents this tremendous dark-side of the human psyche. He is drugs, and sex, and rock music. Then to pair that with the lovely, idyllic musings of Ruth Reichl just seemed to make sense to me at the time. I'd had a glass of wine at that point, certainly."

Bourdain has said this about HER:
Alice Waters annoys the living shit out of me. We’re all in the middle of a recession, like we’re all going to start buying expensive organic food and running to the green market. There’s something very Khmer Rouge about Alice Waters that has become unrealistic. I mean I’m not crazy about our obsession with corn or ethanol and all that, but I’m a little uncomfortable with legislating good eating habits. I’m suspicious of orthodoxy, the kind of orthodoxy when it comes to what you put in your mouth.
The full story, or the up-to-right-now story, is here.

Alice Waters, AS ALICE WATERS, tweeted the truth on April 1st:

Yes, It's True. I Am @RuthBourdain

In the past, there have been reports that both Tony and Ruth Reichl loved Ruth Bourdain’s tweets. So far I haven’t found Tony’s response. Here is Ruth Reichl’s:
 
ruthreichl @lalioneyes If Alice Waters is Ruth Bourdain, I will follow in Herzog's footsteps and eat my shoe. Did I miss that rumor? Not a chance.    1 Apr  
ruthreichl @lalioneyes Yes, I do believe it's really Alice. She called to tell me that, no longer a luddite, she was about to begin to tweet. 1 Apr 

I’m kind of sorry to lose the illusion of Ruth Bourdain, but, at least, she’s still tweeting. One recent tweet: 
RuthBourdain
I just got Gwyneth Paltrow's new cookbook, and I have to say it's very illuminating. That's because I set it on fire. 7 Apr 

We’re lucky, though, that the Bronx Zoo Cobra is still active on Twitter, even after being found. She is still one of the funniest tweeters online. She reacted after the public voted to name her Mia:
@BronxZoosCobra So, the vote is in. They want to name me Mia. But in my heart I'll always know that my true name is Mrs. Justin Bieber.
7 Apr via web 

I guess the lesson from all of this is that funny tweets can come from anyone or anywhere - cook or cobra. 

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Eating Local With Ruth And A Great Lesson At The End

Gourmet Adventures With Ruth with Ruth Reichl

One can’t help but watch Gourmet Adventures With Ruth without looking for clues as to the cause of Gourmet’s sad fate. It was smart to involve Frances McDormand in this episode, who certainly works against the fancy and rarified Gourmet stereotype. There is no more fabulous low-key celebrity than Frances McD. She is irrepressible and fun without a hint of status-seeking about her.

I also keep thinking of Mario’s adventures with Gwynnie. Let’s see how this compares…

For the moment, Ruth and Fran are visiting Blackberry Farm in Walland, Tennessee.

Ruth tells us that all the ingredients used in the farm’s kitchen come from within a few miles. “You get to experience the entire farm cycle”.

They are putting together a really ambitious menu:

Radish Beet Terrine with Baby Arugula

Sugar Snap Peas With Cheese Curd And Black Walnut Salad

Trout with Watercress, Roe, and Herb Broth

Ten-Hour Braised Lamb Neck with Wilted Creasy Greens
Grill-Roasted Potatoes
Strawberry Jam Tarts With Elderflower Blossoms

How are they are going to do all of that in half an hour?

They go out and visit the actual garden with Sam Beall, the proprietor. Ruth says it looks like “a glorious jungle.”

We learn, as they harvest sylvetta arugula, that Fran lived in Tennessee for awhile as a kid.

Back in the kitchen, Sam, Ruth and Fran make the terrine. They cut the radishes and beets paper-thin. They overlap only a few layers of the vegetables with salt and place it into the fridge. It looks like more of a base for something than an actual terrine.

Back in the garden they are shown lamb’s quarters - an edible weed, which is related to spinach. They’re in the kitchen now sautéing it over high heat. Sam prefers it to spinach.

Outside, Ruth says the garden looks both wild and cultivated. She talks with master gardener John Coykendall. He tells her about how a little girl, who was staying at Blackberry Farm a little bit ago, planted potatoes. I’m waiting for a punch line. Oh, this is it. The fingerling potatoes they’re picking, which are the size of pinkies, were planted by that little girl. They grill them simply. They look pretty darn good.

There’s more walking around the gardens and chatting about the growing and picking. Ruth says peas are the very best thing to grow fresh. The gardener calls them Skittles for grownups.

Frances is eating more peas than she’s picking. Fred shows her the black walnut tree. Frances thinks the walnuts seem like charcoal, because they’re so hard to crack.

We see the cheese making operation for a moment and the leftover curds. They will be used in a salad. They blanch the peas for 30 seconds and then shock and shell them. I think they’re slicing up the pods too. Yup, they definitely are. They mix the salad together.

They go trout fishing. I can’t decide if this is turning slightly dilettantish, but Frances is authentically enthusiastic. And no one can one fault Ruth for looking for something good to eat at every turn.

They inspect the trout in the kitchen. They remove the fillets (not that easily) and cook them gently over the grill. Ruth says the inside is “a lovely subtle color”. Frances feels bad because she’s left some bones in her fillets. They grill them skin side down, because the skin protects the flesh from the heat. Great tip.

The fish will be served in a broth made with the herbs that grow around the stream where the trout were found. THAT is cool. Talk about provenance...

They meet Michael Sullivan, the butcher, and they cut off the lamb neck from the carcass. Kind of eww. He cuts off huge hunks. He says the meat is “self-seasoned” by the grain that the animal eats and the hills and the air.

They rub the meat with grapeseed oil (I LOVE that) and salt and pepper. It will be cooked long and slow and Michael says it will taste like pulled pork. They brown the pieces of meat on the grill and then braise them in lamb stock in the oven for 4 hours. Then Michael begins to cut it off the bone and it's so tender he puts down the knife and just pulls it off in shreds. It tastes sweet from the spring grass that the lamb ate.

OOH, this exciting. They look at the bees and visit with bee keeper, Jeff Rabinowitz. THIS will be great. I love honey. Frances gets in a bee-keeping getup and goes to say hello. She’s fearless…at first. She takes off her glove and takes a finger full of gooey honey from the honeycomb, but is afraid to remove her hat/netting ensemble, so she sucks it off her finger right through the netting.

In the kitchen, they make dessert with Maggie Davidson, “the farm preservationist”. They add honey to the pie crust and they make strawberry jam and add elderflower blossoms to it. They fill the hugely thick jam into the pie shells.

Ruth and Fran and all the folks they’ve hung out with gather outside at a long table to eat everything that they've made. Ruth points out that it took the intermixing of all these creative people to make this amazing meal happen. They happily tuck into the nothing-could-be-more-local-or-fresher, beautiful food.

So how did this compare to Mario’s travelogue to Spain? Mario’s was certainly more travel than Ruth’s adventure, but Ruth spent a lot more time in the kitchen…even when you factor in Mario’s hour to Ruth’s half hour.

Maybe it was because I lived in Spain, but I did find Mario’s show more riveting than this first Adventure with Ruth. That is until almost the end.

The entire episode came together for me in a really compelling way. As I said, the Blackberry Farm folks and Ruth and Fran sat around this huge table, bathed in a communal Woodstock-type glow.

All the people that had raised and grown and gathered and prepared the food were eating each dish together, knowing exactly how it had all come about.

It proved the rule that what grows together deserves to be cooked together...AND will often taste sensational together. That fact alone made this show well worth watching.