Over the past few days, Twitter has been atwitter with tweets about things showing up in people's pants. There were #MoviesInMyPants, #SongsInMyPants, #BandsInMyPants, and #TVShowsInMyPants. But if you follow people like, say @thejgold, or just about any chefs, food writers, food enthusiasts, or food persona mash-ups, then you most certainly noticed #FoodBooksInMyPants. The tweets were fast and furious, so we decided to take a peek back, and cull our Top 10 Food Books In My Pants.
Insert Italian sausage, or “that's a spicy meatball” joke here. Actually, never mind. Please don't.
Probably not what M. F. K. Fisher had in mind. This tweet comes courtesy of an early arrival to the pants party: Katt Kinsman, managing editor of CNN's Eatocracy.
And how disappointing if it were…
There are a few different ways to take this one, yet none of them seem appropriate to discuss on these pages.
We know a lot of people who would buy this book. Well, unless it's a work of magic realism, in which a shrunken Ms. Laurentiis drinks orange iced tea, cooks, and does loads of tiny laundry inside of a man's corduroys. On second thought, that would probably sell too.
Is it a book about what's so special about cooking in Irma Rombauer's specific pants, or about the simple pleasures of pant-clad cooking in general? Both sound worth perusing.
Perhaps the next step in food porn: pornography wholly devoid of humans, but composed entirely of food. Gold's tweets also lead @amateurgormet, the supposed inventor of this hashtag, to tweet, “I'd just like to point out that a Pulitzer Prize winning food writer is participating in the #foodbooksinmypants meme that I started. WEIRD.”
This sounds like what a drunken divorcée would mutter under her breath while watching chef Ramsay give a cooking demo.
Both impressive and depressive.
In which Jeffrey Steingarten finally takes it too far.
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