foodvox is miscellanea, ephemera, culture, tradition, history, fact and sometimes foolishness – all wrapped up in food.
All contributors are actually me. I’m Karen Resta. Why should I be a Cat (Moira) . . . a guy who is a dude who somehow gets turned into a dog (Barry) . . . a girl detective with a penchant for eating and for dumb guys named Boris (Branston P.I.) . . . why be an ancient Frenchwoman (Katerina)?
Why not? They are all excellent things to be.
In real life I’ve been a small red-headed girl with freckles, a big smile, and huge dimples . . . a good student . . . a throwaway/runaway and a girl who found her unacknowledged father to knock on his door to meet him for the first time at the age of fourteen . . . an Art World habituee when NYC’s Soho was but a gleam in its own eye . . . a pastry chef . . . a working chef . . . an executive chef in fine dining feeding those with names ‘people know’ . . . and a corporate VP at Goldman Sachs.
My education has been sewn by my own hand – I am one of the ilk called a high school dropout.
I’ve lived in the North and the South but never in California. In a brownstone and on a wooden sailboat. In Paris and in the Florida Keys.
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Hey Karen,
Just noticed your comment on my blog about your succotash. Damn if it doesn’t sound tasty. Yeah, I do make (green) beans n’ taters! Love your new blog look!
Thanks, GG. Your succotash was gorgeous!
I like your new tricolumn (or is it tricorned? tri-ingredient?) layout: a clean and attractive showcase for the voices of the foodvixen.
Ha, ha! At least it’s not tri-horned. That would be a little weird.
Karen Resta!
Are you the same Karen Resta from 85 Broad Street, 30th Floor. I was just working at my computer and the name came to mind. KAREN RESTA. So I googled you and if this is you, I just wanted to say hello. I remember you from my days with “Securities Sales” and Bill Gruver and Richard Menschel. I am headed to my 25th Harvard Business Reunion tomorrow and so I’m feeling auld lang syne but not OLD yet. I always remember you for your great smile, great sense of humor and all around loveliness. If this is you, Karen Resta, this is me, JOE LOUGHRAN, formerly of GS way, way back when.
Wow. Ha, ha, ha! Joe . . . and here I thought the saying was that if a person sat on a certain corner of the Champs-Elysees for long enough they would see everyone they ever met – funny. This does not look exactly like a boulevard in Paris where I am sitting at this moment.
Yes, it’s me.
I think of you every time I spell the name “Sean” because of the terrible time you gave me when once I spelled it “Shawn” on some menu or memo or something. Also remember the Margaret Atwood book you loaned me, insisting that it must be read! (And you were very much correct.)
Enjoy the big Harvard shindig. Hope the food is decent.
(I’ll e-mail you to catch up sometime soon – )
Hello everyone – you may notice no new blog entries after today’s – well, it is Autumn, and there are more pressing things to do! I’ve really enjoyed the blogging, and loved your comments. I appreciate each one of you (oh – and so does the rest of the gang!). Till . . . (later?),
Karen
Hey Karen,
How is it that I always catch up to you when you are on to more pressing matters, such as Scottish Table Cats? Tee hee hee!
Just wanted to let you know that my blog name has changed because I had a bit of a cyberstalker.
I don’t want to come out and associate my old blog with my new one, but I think you’ll know who I am by my email address!
I’m sorry to hear that happened, Make a Roux – the great openness of cyberspace makes it too easy for people with problems to do that.
Cyberstalkers must not really consider how short-lasting and unimportant their real effect is while using the precious moments of life in this negative way as opposed to all the other choices they could make to use their time to do better things both for themselves and for others. Really they are like so many ugly little ants (not to denigrate ants)(but the industriousness of this activity which seems so random and yet totally uninteresting in ways is similar to ants though and since I’m not really fond of insects as friends or cohorts their lack of appeal or rather disgust at their appearance, also) lurking around the corners of life.
Meh. Ants. Ugly.
It’s a shame how they can ruin a picnic but then again as you note, there are other places to go, thank goodness.
Ah, yes. Cyberhooligans are a lot like ants — tough to eradicate unless one opts to remove all sources of food(blogs). However, in defense of our tiny arthropod friends, I must say that I have never known one to be psychotic.
Welcome back from your Autumn break!
I’m not really ‘back’ from Autumn break, Make a Roux, but merely answering any messages that happen to come along. foodvox, like its predecessor Fast Food Feminist, probably has run its course.
I guess my form of blog is not one that is novel-length but rather short-story length. Maybe I’ll start another one some day, but in the meanwhile my picnic table is ANT FREE!
Glad to see that you are continuing your own very enjoyable blog, though!
Oh well. Blogging again. Just got so darn excited about the holidays.
Hey there!
It’s so nice to read your wonderful, eloquent words again. While I’d be sad if you chose not to continue blogging in this format, I’d totally understand.
I do hope that you’ll keep those of us who visit you informed if you choose to write in another format.
For now, I will continue to savor your posts — onions and all!
Nice to see you online, at any creative length. And good for you for coming out more into the open: cooking with limelight, as it were.
Limelight and onions.
Ha, ha ha ha ha!
That’s a funny combination.
Karen,
Hey, we need to talk. I’ve been trying to find your e-mail address, but no dice. Please contact me at the e-mail address on Gherkins & Tomatoes — you know how to click — (and thanks for all the kind comments recently). Loving your new look. And I DID think you were the girl with the croc! Lovely, even even if it isn’t you — sure looks like you.
Cindy
As a fellow-redhead you know we fall into several categories, Cindy.
That photo with the crocodile is of a Raquel Welch type redhead. (As a side note, Raquel Welch once sat next to me in a Madison Avenue salon and told the stylist she wanted him to make her hair my color ha ha) (something I’ve always been pleased about for no good reason . . .)
I am a Pippi Longstocking type redhead. It’s a very different thing.
Hi Karen,
I love your website!!! I just googled you because I know we lost touch a long time ago, and I’m going to start cooking part time for one of the former partners at Goldman Sachs whom you knew pretty well! He came to our paella party in Southampton one summer. I’d love to keep in touch. Email me when you get a chance. I’ll give you the update of the past 20 years!
Best regards,
Anne Marie (“Emma”)
Anne-Marie!
Wow.
It’s a def-o! I’ll e-mail you, probably tomorrow.
That was a good party. Can’t wait to hear who you’ll be cooking for – I can think of maybe two guys it could be . . .
I still have photos from that summer, and from my birthday party where Wolfie got drunk.
Ha, ha ha ha ha!
Karen
By the way, I’m hoping my blogroll will return to normal. Or rather, I hope that it will return at all.
I tried to re-design it today and it is not re-appearing, though it says on my dashboard that it is actually there and appearing.
In the meanwhile I’m going to follow the idea Rachel had of posting one different blog per day on an ongoing basis. I really liked that idea.
Hi Karen,
Just checking in. The job is going quite well, though it is just one night a week for the time being.
I like that Rick Stein recipe. I had eaten in his restaurant in Cornwall, England–(had the best Dover Sole). He has a cooking school across the street in this charming small town, specializing in seafood, and a seafood cookbook which I bought!
So glad to be back in touch during this SLOW time of year!!
Anne Marie
Didn’t you spend time in the south of England for school, Anne-Marie?
I’ve never been to Cornwall (though my great-grandfather comes from there).
Yeah, Dover Sole! I had some in Dover. (I had a terrible urge to see ‘The White Cliffs of Dover’ for myself so had to drive there and then of course the cliffs were regular sort of cliffs, not an overblown fantasy like I had). Fantastic little fish!
Rick Stein is popular for good reason, I think. Ah! Lucky you to have been to his restaurant.
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I’m glad you are cooking for that particular ex-GS partner. Your energies are similar. Full of energy, always ready to go and to do! I’m guessing that business requires that he dine out for the other days per week he is in town.
You’d think more people would be bringing private/personal chefs on board rather than going out to restaurants at this time. Healthier, easier, and in the long run, really a time and money saving thing to do in all ways once looked at closely.
Mmm. I might make that pastisio tonight.
And for dessert . . . maybe some fresh fruit with a glass of Malvasia, which I remember you introduced me to.
Yes, I went to school in Bournemouth for 6 months.
I wish more people would think like you and hire more personal chefs at this tough economic time.
New Yorkers re cutting back across the board on every level, and I’m greatly affected.
Things will work out in the long run—and I have plenty of time to cook at home!
Maybe I’ll make that delicious recipe tonight as well!! Of course with a little wine. I’m into this Sicilian white called Inzolia these days. I was in Italy last year. Ahh, the good old days…
I’m headed out today to see if our local wine shop has Inzolia. Your recommendations are always good, Anne-Marie.
Just finished a bottle with a friend! Kind of a pinot grigio-tasting wine—it is also produced in Sardinia. Anything to chase away the winter blues!!!!
Anne-Marie, do you remember that piece of Reblochon we kept eating and eating even though we were supposed to go out to dinner (was that the Paris Opera night? Can’t remember . . .) when you visited me in Paris?
God, that cheese.
Don’t know why I remembered that, except you said ‘wine’ and naturally I thought ‘cheese’.