Food with a Side of Sexy? In Wednesday’s Food Section of the Washington Post, we were served alternately sexy and prudish food features. Sexy: In response to a reader who asked Tom Sietsema’s opinion on “sexiest food,” he responded, “Mangoes in the bath tub get my vote. Or caviar on scrambled eggs, served in bed.” Hmm. Mangos in the bathtub. I had not yet thought of that. What else would you add to the list?
Unsexy: In Fine China Breakdown, Joyce Gemperlein reports on the 1950s housewife classifications for women who buy “casual luxury” tableware created by Unity Marketing. The names? Helena the Hostess with the Mostest, Formerly Formal Frances (kinda lacks that ring, doesn’t it?), Neo-Conservative Conrad/Connie, and of course, Casual Carol. I realize that we’re in an era in which Desperate Housewives and Chick Lit are among the menu options for women’s entertainment, but these names are just bad. If we are going to be categorized, I’d rather be lumped into a Little Miss category. Although I’d like to be Little Miss Brainy or Little Miss Lucky, I’m more likely these days to be classified as Little Miss Late. (Melissa McCart)
Vegan Milkshake and Fries? Speaking of the 1950s, I’m not sure if our parents’ diner generation would have approved of sunny side up vegan eggs, but a 24-hour vegetarian diner concept called the Flying V hopes that you will. Opening perhaps in the Convention Center neighborhood near 9th Street NW in 2007, they want to serve Soysage and Tofu Scramble on their sleek countertops. Skeptical as we may be, it might be fun to watch vegans shooby dooby to “At The Hop” till the wee hours. (Erin Zimmer)
Another Flying V. The Czech farmer Vas Trnka, part of the Toigo Orchards operation, is back from Prague and was spotted at both the Arlington and Dupont markets last weekend. As he moved along baskets of cucumbers, he said he was ready to jump into the weekly market routine. Next to him, a bearded man in a red Czech soccer jersey, another one of Toigo’s right-hand men, slapped Vas on the back as if the year and a half had gone by faster than this year’s strawberry season. (Erin Zimmer)
