by kleinbl00

Please note that I am not some sentient pair of mirrored Oakleys. I like to cook. I like fancy food. I know making cool food isn’t always easy. If you wanna spend 30 minutes scrambling eggs at low heat because you wanna be French for a day, go wild. But for years, Bon Appétit has embodied pretty much everything everyone hates about 21st century food culture. Bon Appetit is your a--hole brother-in-law, watching you sear beef chuck on the stovetop and just DYING to commandeer the tongs. It is never happy with you, and it is always happy to vocalize that never-ending discontent. I remember reading a print issue of the magazine and one bit of callout copy inside read, “You are frying your eggs in olive oil, aren’t you?” And I was like, WATCH YOUR F--KING TONE WITH ME OR I’LL CUT YOU GOOD WITH MY WÜSTHOF.