Vegetables, the salad landscape, and expanding Australian-ness with Hetty McKinnon
Fantastic interview, tantalizing book, and I am seriously so grateful to you both for using the word vegetable and not the ubiquitous and deeply annoying 'veggie.' Thank you! Funny how it stands out now when people use the whole grown-up word.
1) I stopped reading this about one question in to send myself an email putting this book on the list to get my husband for Christmas. (I keep an email folder labeled gifts and add to it through the year.) He is a can-never-have-too-many-cookbooks type and hopefully by then he will have a job that gives him more time to cook. I’m only worried that my mother will also have read something about it and want to get it for him.
2) That rage and joy of MAGA America piece is so good and such an important point. It’s going to stay with me, and it layers really helpfully on top of what’s been my observation, since the W Bush years, about my friends who subsequently became MAGA: for them, their political identity was a lot like their identity as Alabama or Auburn fans. This was their team and absolutely no discussion of policy would ever break through that. I might quibble with the framing of the bit on evangelicals, but in a “this is an interesting discussion” way, not in a vehement disagreement way.
The article about the rage and joy of MAGA America captured it so perfectly. I was at the King County Fair on Friday, and while standing in line with my two kids (one of whom identifies as gender-fluid but presents AMAB), a lady a couple people in front of us was wearing a MAGA hat, and the lady behind her complimented her on her hat. They suddenly got along like the best of friends, chatting while we all waited for the Job's Daughters to scoop ice cream. The whole time they were raving about their person, they never seemed to consider that Those People they hate live and work right beside them, that we were in line behind them, that we were doing all the same fair stuff they were (voting on the best quilt entry, waiting for the rodeo to start, buying overpriced lemonade). My kids and I couldn't possibly be Those People out to get them, we looked like just another slightly sunburnt and sweaty family at the fair. The town that hosts the fair is definitely on the red side of the political divide, but it's getting purpler as housing prices rise, and the MAGA crowd can't comprehend that we can both vote for the most progressive person on the ballot and still want to admire the 4H livestock. All I want is a community that respects each other and is safe for my kids and my neighbors.