Two quick, painful truths for you on this Monday evening.
1. Most of what I remember about the meal that I had last Saturday evening at Market Garden Brewery in Cleveland is based on Instagram photos. In my defense, see Exhibit A in the upper left hand corner of the photo below. That wasn’t the first one of those, nor was it the last.
What I do remember, however, is that I bit into a jalapeño while eating my pork tacos. (There’s no way to Instagram—or forget—that.)
2. New York Magazine’s Grub Street has banned several food-related words and phrases, including “foodie.” Maya sent me the link this afternoon, jokingly suggesting that we rebrand to avoid anti-foodie backlash. What with the silence following our new look around here, I reminded her that we can’t rebrand more than we write.
So. If we’re ever going to shed our passe title, we’re going to have to create more content. Which means, of course, that we’re going to have to remember our meals. The solution is simple; we’ve got to commit to more snacks before, during and after Exhibit A. I’m in.