She didn't really seem to like it
So Noods went to the Hunter Valley for the weekend away with the boys, leaving me unsupervised which meant I may have bought 3 pairs of shoes, 2 books about robots, 6 boxes of Kit Kats, 3 handbags, a 17g Madame Truffles truffle, truffle ice cream and truffle salt. Yeah I dunno how that happened but the highlight of my weekend was having lunch with Viv, Sarah and Eric at Chester White Cured Diner with a sneaky beverage or two.
The place is pretty tiny, the bar runs the length of the room and behind the counter hangs an entire row of cured meats. So first things first, we order the Meat Platter (2 meats with sides $20, added 2 more meats for $6 each). We choose the Culatello ITA (King of cured meats! the menu exclaims), Truffle Salami, Sopressa Salami and Fennel Garlic Salami and the board is crammed with pickled carrots, cauliflower and radishes, bread, slabs of asiago and fontina cheeses and of course some olives.
We love the culatello which is similar to proscuitto but has a much more intense flavour and the heady aroma of the Truffle Salami has me weak at the knees. The fennel and garlic salami would’ve been awesome if it was a bit more garlic-y but it’s still tasty as is the sopressa washed down with a Negroni ($16) that is perfect for this almost spring weather.
We were actually thinking of heading to Buffalo Dining Club, Chester White’s sister restaurant in Darlinghurst- for their Spaghetti in a wheel of cheese, but then we heard about Chester White’s Truffled Spaghetti Cacio E Pepe ($22).
DAT TRUFFLE SCENT! Spaghetti, olive oil and pepper is mixed in the wheel so flakes of deeelicious truffle parmesan is scraped off ermahgerd if you love truffle you will love this! The pasta has a satisfying chew and as we scrape the plate clean I quietly contemplate ordering a second round.
And we couldn’t resist ordering the Not Chester Carbonara ($20) made with casarecce pasta, organic porcini mushrooms and speck.
Oooh yeah, mix it goood
Speck! My god how good is speck?! That fat, that flavour, THOSE GLORIOUSLY CRISPY NUBBINS! Each twisty pasta shell was coated in rich egg yolk so that the earthy mushrooms and bits of speck clung on for dear life before being delivered to my soul.
Oh and there’s the house made chilli sauce if you like a bit of spice.
I heart their plates hahaha
Not wanting to share, we ordered a round of the Cheeky Tiramisu ($5 each) which arrive in the cutest little mugs. It is the perfect ratio of cream and coffee soaked savoiardi biscuits and it turns out to be the perfect size for us after all the pasta.
Jars of house made pickles all lined up.
I love that Chester White has that Potts Point hipster vibe and the brilliant service, incredible pastas and tasty meats has secured a special place in my pasta loving heart.
Chester White Cured Diner
3 Orwell St,
Wed – Thurs: 5pm – 11pm
Fri – Sat: 12pm – 11pm
i live on den sesame balls atm but red bean ones
Here are all 10 illustrations for my Imagined Realms project. As of this posting, there are 14 days left on the Imagined Realms Kickstarter! You can own prints of all these illustrations starting at $20 for the set. :)
Artist you should follow if you aren’t already: Julie Dillon’s work is chock full of WOC depicted as powerful and wise in gorgeous fantasy/sci fi settings. One of my top favorite artists
Ahh Maru u wuss
expensos but i'd still go
God & Jon Hamm
by ELEANOR MORROW
Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp
creators Michael Showalter & David Wain
It was right before Christmas in the year of our lord 1993 that The State debuted on MTV. Sketch comedy was previously the province of the old; Steve Martin was already in his late 60s by this time, and dating women a mere forty years younger. People still thought Eddie Murphy was hilarious. Non-Seinfeld based comedy as we know it was largely based around puns and the crankiness of Tim Allen's fictional wife Jill (Patricia Richardson). No one was sure what exactly was funny, or why. For some reason, people even found Chevy Chase amusing, or pretended to.
There was nothing to laugh at before The State came on the scene, and Wet Hot American Summer was basically a reunion show for the sketch comedy series that influenced so many young people of every profession. Did it matter that Ken Marino was now in his early forties and that apparently no one liked Kevin Allison enough to invite him back for this project? No. All that mattered is that we could laugh again.
The State's breadth was stunning, and its innovation fantastic — even its worst sketches were so mind-numbingly bizarre that they became even more humorous in retrospect thinking of the idea that MTV allowed them to air on cable television. Most older comedy shows just sit like lumps; quickly becoming dated because of a topical humor that is only understood in context. The State was nothing like that — those of its concepts which did not resonate at the time are now retrospectively funny twenty years later.
The one thing The State constantly avoided being was fan-service. Instead the half-hour show delivered what you did not expect, usually without incorporating profanity or lame cameos from more famous performers as surprises. The fact that it did not have to appeal to any extant audience is what allowed it to exist on its own terms. Well, all of that is flushed down the toilet with Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp.
The original cast of the film looks surprisingly spry in this short Netflix series, with even David Hyde Pierce seeming like he has been in cryogenic sleep since Frasier. Only Showalter himself looks meaningfully different from his original character. I was watching First Day of Camp with a friend of mine whose idea of comedy is Sam Waterson playing gay, and she asked me to explain what the joke was here. "So they were old too old to play campers? And now they're still too old?" I nodded and focused my eyes on the tiny tee-shirt worn by Gerald "Coop" Cooperberg (Michael Showalter).
One of the most embarrassing things Roger Ebert ever wrote was his review of the original movie. None of the jokes resonated for him at all, probably because he was a generation older than any of the writers or performers in the film. He should have at least appreciated the lush, colorful aesthetic that David Wain has made his signature style. No one does a better closeup in this industry, and the broad array of talent is so wonderfully directed that even Chris Pine comes off as a magnificent performer.
First Day of Camp is a prequel to the original film. Coop has arrived to meet up with his girlfriend Donna (Lake Bell), who seems more interested in visiting Israeli counselor Yaron (David Wain). A camp production of the musical ElectroCity pairs theater counselor Susie (Amy Poehler) and dessicating Broadway character actor Claude (John Slattery). A subplot involving the government dumping chemical waste near the camp allows camp directors Greg (Jason Schwartzman) and Beth (Janeane Garofalo) a romantic interlude and explains how Jonas (Christopher Meloni) became Gene, the disturbed camp cook of the original film. Lastly, reporter Lindsay (Elizabeth Banks) goes undercover as a counselor to get a story about reclusive musician Eric (Chris Pine).
What exactly is First Day of Camp missing? It is almost completely composed of fan service, but that is not really the problem. Opening up the universe to amusing scenes filmed in New York in the office of magazine editor Alan (Jordan Peele) adds something different to the experience, even if characters like John Slattery's lecherous veteran actor, Jon Hamm's government assassin The Falcon and Michaela Watkins' lecherous choreographer fall a bit flat.
Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp is such great fun it seems silly to ask for anything more. But extended scenes set at David Hyde Pierce's university or the courtroom of attorney Jim Stansel (Michael Cera) remind us of how exciting it would be to see a new comedy set in this wild universe instead of the familiar summer camp drama.
Demanding our most serious comedic talents revisit the scenes of their finest successes led to Beverly Hills Cop 3. Sure, without the comfort of the characters that proved so successful in the original film, Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp would be an inconsistent mix of brilliant satire and completely bizarre flops (still not sure what Showalter was going for with his performance as Ronald Reagan), but that was pretty much The State. At least it wasn't content to trod out the same characters again and again, looking to resurrect whatever bit of genius captured the imagination the first time. Instead they moved onto the next thing.
Eleanor Morrow is the senior contributor to This Recording. She is a writer living in New York.
"You're Mine (The Chase)" - Meiko (mp3)
"Oh My Soul" - Meiko (mp3)
u guys can go to eggslut
So originally I was going to do a burgers of USA post but well, Eggslut in Los Angeles totally deserves a post of its own because yo look at dat Bacon, Egg and Cheese Sandwich ($6)!!! It’s been 3 weeks since I consumed it and it still calls to me in my dreams!
Seriously, how can a burger be so beautiful, just oh so attractive? The toasty warm brioche bun holds the crispylicious curls of hardwood smoked bacon, the melty cheddar cheese draped over the medium egg that will spill forth a river of yolk-y goodness and a slightly spicy chipotle ketchup brings everything all together in delicious harmony.
Innards shot because when something is that delicious you just want to share every single angle possible with the world. Seriously though? Best damn breakfast burger I’ve ever had.
I may have blushed when ordering the Slut ($9) but you’ll have absolutely no regrets once you take one bite of the coddled egg which is layered on top of an impossibly smooth potato purée and served with slices of crisp baguette.
Oh. My. Freaking. God. I may have just weeped with joy at this incredible flavour combination and seriously considered ordering a second round after my tastebuds went into a frenzy after that first bite.
I thought about getting the Fairfax Sandwich ($7) which is stuffed with scrambled eggs, chives, cheddar cheese, caramelized onions and sriracha mayo but thought I should try a non egg sandwich and ordered the Gaucho Sandwich ($11) instead. While the combination of the juicy seared wagyu tri-tip steak, chimichurri, red onions, arugula (rocket) and an over medium egg tasted perfectly fine, my stomach mourned that it could not fit in another bae roll.
Eggslut started off as a food truck before setting down roots in the Grand Central Market and apparently queues for Eggslut can be pretty insane but since we were still on Sydney time (and never really adjusted during the whole trip lol) we arrived around 3pm with only a 5min wait and easily grabbed a stool at the bar. The area is a bit dodgy but if you visit LA, Eggslut is definitely a must do!
Stall D-1, Grand Central Market
317 S. Broadway
Los Angeles, California
7 days: 8am – 4pm
Oh ye of little faith, look at what the youth say.
At the New York Times, Sandy Keenan (not to be confused with Sandy Kenyon) interviewed a bunch of students at the University at Albany ,which now, because of a new New York state law, must obtain affirmative consent before sexual activity to avoid breaking school rules. Keenan asked the students about their sexual practices and knowledge of the new consent policy. Some of the responses were devastating. Many students didn’t know anything about affirmative consent. One young woman told the reporter that recently, to deflect unwanted sexual attention and touching, she had “pretended [she] was dead.” Another, when asked how many of the ten men she most respected on campus needed consent education, said 11.
But one junior, Tyler Frahme, warmed my heart. When Keenan first spoke to Frahme, he didn’t know about affirmative consent. But Keenan writes:
Since first hearing about the new policy, he said, he had been practicing consent almost religiously. He now asks for consent once or twice during sexual encounters with women he knows well, and four or five times during more casual or first-time hookups.
“I certainly didn’t expect the policy to change my behavior,” he said, “but it has.”
It’s getting to be a little more comfortable, he said. He crafts and poses questions like “You O.K. with this?” “Do you still want to go ahead?” and “Hey, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
For reasons Maya and Reina have written about before, I don’t think affirmative consent is a silver bullet to end gender violence: it’s really just the bare minimum we can ask of each other as decent human beings, and a very early step toward building health sexual cultures. But so much resistance to affirmative consent is based on an assumption that sexual practices are set in stone, as though people couldn’t possibly have sex slightly differently tomorrow than they did yesterday. History, of course, instructs us otherwise, as does Mr. Frahme.
I want a lamington scroll. I want a lamington everything
I'm really cranky about all our shitty right wings governments all the time lately. This thing has made me very grumpy though. They introduced tough new penalties for breaching Federal privacy laws and then they just got rid of the Commish.
not only are the OAIC’s major statutory functions not being performed as intended and legislated by the previous Parliament but the statutory office created by that Parliament can no longer be described as existing. In particular, the evidence available points to the deliberate removal of the funds needed by the OAIC to discharge its statutory FOI functions including its central and critical overarching statutory responsibility to independently monitoring, supervising and guiding the FOI system, and advising the government, Further, the Government has chosen to pass those responsibilities to one of its Departments.The same points could be made about the reduced capacity to conduct the information and privacy functions of the office.
If one accepts that analysis, why does it not follow that the Government’s actions are a repudiation of its duty? Why does it also not follow that the Executive Branch of our Government is repudiating its obligations to respect, carry out and maintain the laws of the Parliament, the Constitution, the Rule of Law and the Separation of Powers?
I would like the desserts thanks v much
I want to eat the things
Winter is well and truly here. I hate the cold, it feels like my soul just shrivels up and goes into hibernation the moment the first cold snap hits! But when we heard that the newly opened The Local Mbassy served baked eggs we made the trek over to Ultimo near Wentworth Park and just down the road from the Sydney Fish Markets. Isaac went for the Shakshuka ($17) which was jam packed full of baked beans, bacon and poached eggs in a sweet paprika sauce. There was a loooot of beans lol and plenty of toasted bread to dunk into.
Since all day breakfast was offered, I opted for the Full English Breakfast ($18) because I was super hungry haha and the Local Mbassy’s did not disappoint. It came with my eggs of choice which were poached and had perfectly gooey centres, fat sausages, double smoked crispy bacon, grilled cherry tomatoes on the vine, mushrooms, a pile of wilted spinach, in-house baked beans and a golden hash brown (even though the the menu said potato rosti). Try as I might, I just could not finish this and mourned my fail stomach.
Leen’s Spanish Open Omelette ($16.50) was massive! It was a super generous serving with crispy edges and fluffy innards and stuffed with chorizo, spanish onion, red capsicum, grilled tomatoes and fresh rocket and shavings of parmesan cheese scattered on top.
The Red Velvet Pancakes ($15.50) arrive and we take a moment to gaze at its triple stacked beauty. The pancakes weren’t as fluffy as I thought they’d be, more of a hotcakes style but they tasted like summer with the fresh strawberries and blueberries. The pancakes could’ve used a bit more chocolatey flavour and I would have preferred ice cream instead of cream but they were a nice light dessert to end the meal with.
I loved the interior with exposed beams, hanging lightbulbs and bicycle gear stools. The service was ace and I’ll have to re-visit soon and try their extensive lunch menu!
310 Wattle St,
Mon – Fri: 7am – 4.30pm
Sat: 8am – 4.30pm
Sun: 8.30am – 4.30pm
A new article reports the findings from a longitudinal study that followed 667 women who had early- and later-term abortions for three years after their procedure. Dr. Corinne Rocca and her colleagues asked women if they felt that the abortion was the “right decision” at one week and approximately every six months thereafter.
This is your image of the week:
Percent of women reporting that abortion was the right decision over three years:
Over 99% of the women said that the abortion was the right decision at every time point. The line that looks like the upper barrier of the graph? That’s the data.
Overall, measures of negative emotions were relatively low — an average score of under 4 on a 16-point scale at one week and declining to about 2 at three years — and were higher for women who had a more difficult time deciding whether to get an abortion or who subsequently had planned pregnancies. Whether the abortion occurred in the first trimester or near the legal limit did not correlate with emotional response.
In contrast, women reported twice as many positive emotions at one week. Over time, positive feelings about the abortion declined along with negative ones, suggesting that the experience became less emotionally charged overall with distance from the procedure.Lisa Wade is a professor of sociology at Occidental College and the co-author of Gender: Ideas, Interactions, Institutions. You can follow her on Twitter and Facebook.