I've been catching up on some of my New Yorker issues, and these articles in particular have been so interesting to read. One is a profile on Chef April Bloomfield of The Spotted Pig. I love the part when she asks, "Who's that golfer dude you made me meet?" And her business partner replies, "He's not a golfer. He's Kobe Bryant." Wouldn't you love to do something for a living that you're passionate about and not give a crap about who hates or loves it?

Also of note in the same issue, the following piece on Sandor Katz and the underground food movement. All kinds of yummy topics-- from organic dumpster divers to sauerkraut and raw milk.