This Chanel purse is made almost entirely of beef jerkey. Unkosher? Perhaps. But an edible purse seems the perfect combination of function and style. What girl could ask for more? Not this one. This girl could not ask for more.
12.21.2008
All I want for chanukah...
This Chanel purse is made almost entirely of beef jerkey. Unkosher? Perhaps. But an edible purse seems the perfect combination of function and style. What girl could ask for more? Not this one. This girl could not ask for more.
Millions of milkshakes
Last night I went looking for the new self-serve yogurt place I'd spotted last time I was in West Hollywood (hasn't opened yet) and instead found myself in Millions of Milkshakes.
Their gimmick (because they all have to have one) is that they have over 100 toppings so you can "design your perfect milkshake". To say that Millions of Milkshakes is charmless is to give it too much credit. The shop is the epitome of streamlined bad taste.
Their fliers are better suited to advertize a rave. Their website has a bunch of pictures of D-list celebrites (a la Miley Cyrus, Kim Kardassian) consuming shakes named after them and they use the phrase "new craze" to an excess that acknowledges the short lifespan of a place merely looking to cash in, absent of any genuine love for food. Although the celebrity-shake-naming is MoM's secondary gimmick, it seems to be their primary marketing strategy. (I'm WAY more likely to buy a shake if it plays on zeitgeist termanology like "TOMKAT" because it's just like, ya know, more relevant.)
A few examples of celeb-shakes:
Lindsay Shake: Blackberries, blueberries, and raspberries with whipped cream.
Shake-ira: Cappuccino shake with whipped cream and a cadbury flake.
Britney Shake: Oreos and peanut butter with whipped cream and a cadbury flake.
Clearly, the celebrity names are arbitrary. If there were any correlation between the celebrity and the shake, the Britney Shake would be a Frappucino with Cheetos.
I ordered the Obama shake: Strawberries and cookie dough blended with frozen yogurt (at my request) and topped with whipped cream. It cost $5.95. For all of it's distracting fluorescent kitsch, MoM's Obama Shake is pretty tasty. They might have indeed delivered my perfect milkshake. So while I'm reluctant to endorse any such blatantly heartless enterprise, if you can make it past the superficial distastefullness, Millions of Milkshakes may actually surprise you. Maybe.
Lunchtime happy hour (12-4pm) has shakes from $2.95!
MoM is open until 2 a.m.
Millions of Milkshakes
8910 Santa Monica Boulevard
West Hollywood, CA 90069
millionsofmilkshakes.com
(213) 38-SHAKE
Their gimmick (because they all have to have one) is that they have over 100 toppings so you can "design your perfect milkshake". To say that Millions of Milkshakes is charmless is to give it too much credit. The shop is the epitome of streamlined bad taste.
Their fliers are better suited to advertize a rave. Their website has a bunch of pictures of D-list celebrites (a la Miley Cyrus, Kim Kardassian) consuming shakes named after them and they use the phrase "new craze" to an excess that acknowledges the short lifespan of a place merely looking to cash in, absent of any genuine love for food. Although the celebrity-shake-naming is MoM's secondary gimmick, it seems to be their primary marketing strategy. (I'm WAY more likely to buy a shake if it plays on zeitgeist termanology like "TOMKAT" because it's just like, ya know, more relevant.)
A few examples of celeb-shakes:
Lindsay Shake: Blackberries, blueberries, and raspberries with whipped cream.
Shake-ira: Cappuccino shake with whipped cream and a cadbury flake.
Britney Shake: Oreos and peanut butter with whipped cream and a cadbury flake.
Clearly, the celebrity names are arbitrary. If there were any correlation between the celebrity and the shake, the Britney Shake would be a Frappucino with Cheetos.
I ordered the Obama shake: Strawberries and cookie dough blended with frozen yogurt (at my request) and topped with whipped cream. It cost $5.95. For all of it's distracting fluorescent kitsch, MoM's Obama Shake is pretty tasty. They might have indeed delivered my perfect milkshake. So while I'm reluctant to endorse any such blatantly heartless enterprise, if you can make it past the superficial distastefullness, Millions of Milkshakes may actually surprise you. Maybe.
Lunchtime happy hour (12-4pm) has shakes from $2.95!
MoM is open until 2 a.m.
Millions of Milkshakes
8910 Santa Monica Boulevard
West Hollywood, CA 90069
millionsofmilkshakes.com
(213) 38-SHAKE
12.17.2008
For love or sugar
Bad news: Sam Talbot, the diabetic dreamboat from Top Chef season 2, got married to model/tshit designer, Paola Guerrero in a small ceremony last month.
He's so amazing.I never had a chance. I don't deserve him. But Paola Guerrero, model/tshirt designer???
Reasons Emma hates Paola (*based on the two pieces of information I know about her):
1. Her name is Paola (a feminization of the famous lover from The Divine Comedy) Guerrero (spanish for "warrior"). In other words, she is both a lover and a fighter. Bitch, please.
2. Her job title has a slash. As if being just a model weren't enough...bitch/bitch!
BUT! As I post the bad news, my mom comes home with a slice of pumpkin pie from Urth Caffe. It was like G-d was reminding me of what I'd be missing if I were to marry the diabetic chef Sam: the molassesy-sweetness that punctuates every bite of crusty grainy goodness; the creamy spicy filling that feels almost wet on the tongue; and the combination of the two! If this isn't love....Indeed, the lord works in mysterious ways.
I hope they enjoyed their sugar-free wedding cake! You can't win em all, Paola!
He's so amazing.I never had a chance. I don't deserve him. But Paola Guerrero, model/tshirt designer???
Reasons Emma hates Paola (*based on the two pieces of information I know about her):
1. Her name is Paola (a feminization of the famous lover from The Divine Comedy) Guerrero (spanish for "warrior"). In other words, she is both a lover and a fighter. Bitch, please.
2. Her job title has a slash. As if being just a model weren't enough...bitch/bitch!
BUT! As I post the bad news, my mom comes home with a slice of pumpkin pie from Urth Caffe. It was like G-d was reminding me of what I'd be missing if I were to marry the diabetic chef Sam: the molassesy-sweetness that punctuates every bite of crusty grainy goodness; the creamy spicy filling that feels almost wet on the tongue; and the combination of the two! If this isn't love....Indeed, the lord works in mysterious ways.
I hope they enjoyed their sugar-free wedding cake! You can't win em all, Paola!
12.16.2008
Beginning, again
I had written the entry that was to open this blog a couple of weeks ago. It followed all introductory protocol: set the tone, deliver mission statement, include personal history, be funny, etc. I’ve scrapped that entry. The sheer virtue of its adherence to formula makes it contrary to the objective of Live and Active Cultures and seems to be the reason I was so reluctant to post it. In it’s place, I’d like to offer a little anecdote:
My friends and I have gotten into cooking dinner together. Nothing fancy. We’ve done a perfect pasta, a queasifying stir-fry, a couple of creative panini, and a post-thanksgiving feast. People come over. We eat, drink, watch a movie. S’all good. So we’re in the kitchen, making our second round of paninis in two days and Ryan, the 415 ½ resident to whom I’ve given the job of grilling the experimental pesto-zucchini slices says, “I like living here a lot more this year than last year. It feels more like a community”. This is exactly the objective.
Live and Active Cultures is not about food. It’s about all of those remarkable things that stimulate connectivity and cultivate community. Food just happens to be (my favorite) one of them. And we all have to eat. SO, let’s make the food. Then talk about it, or anything. Let’s share plates and stories. And watch how what’s in the oven and on the table influences what happens in the kitchen and across the table. Should be fun but if nothing else, it’ll be an excuse to eat.
My friends and I have gotten into cooking dinner together. Nothing fancy. We’ve done a perfect pasta, a queasifying stir-fry, a couple of creative panini, and a post-thanksgiving feast. People come over. We eat, drink, watch a movie. S’all good. So we’re in the kitchen, making our second round of paninis in two days and Ryan, the 415 ½ resident to whom I’ve given the job of grilling the experimental pesto-zucchini slices says, “I like living here a lot more this year than last year. It feels more like a community”. This is exactly the objective.
Live and Active Cultures is not about food. It’s about all of those remarkable things that stimulate connectivity and cultivate community. Food just happens to be (my favorite) one of them. And we all have to eat. SO, let’s make the food. Then talk about it, or anything. Let’s share plates and stories. And watch how what’s in the oven and on the table influences what happens in the kitchen and across the table. Should be fun but if nothing else, it’ll be an excuse to eat.
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