He and She Said:
Actually, you’d think we’d love porn. After all, we like spiciness at least as much as the next blogger. And really, who’s a bigger sucker for a lacquered breast or a coulis-drenched thigh than we are? Heck, we won’t even turn our noses up at a bit of underage veal every now and then. How’s that for racy? Asian, Middle Eastern, Ethiopian, or Latin, when it comes to food we’re pretty inclusive, willing to do it all, if you know what we mean.
So, while we’re not saying it’s culinary Sodom and Gomorrah in our house every night, it sure ain’t Pilgrim’s Progress.
But, if you read us at all, you may have noticed something strange about us: We don’t do food porn. While this is certainly not by design, we’ve become aware that we seem to be perhaps the only NOLA food bloggers who don’t post photos of the food they eat. If you’re old enough to remember the days before Sesame Street started to care about self-esteem and feelings and crap like that, you might remember a little bit they did where the TV was divided into four squares with a kid in each one. Three kids were happily bouncing a ball or picking their noses or whatever, but the fourth kid was just sitting there, looking like someone had just shot his puppy. This lovely vignette was accompanied by a pithy, instructive song with the concluding couplet: “One of these kids is doing his own thing/ One of these kids just doesn’t belong.” (For those of you too young to remember, we are not making this up; it actually happened. In heavy rotation.) Anyway, we’ve been looking at everyone else’s sites and feeling like that little sad kid with no puppy, and that’s no way to feel. So we had a long talk about it. It went something like this:
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