tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post8139488356429539642..comments2024-03-29T05:29:08.934-05:00Comments on Every goddamn day: 03/29/24: Congratulations Gale! Now make dessert for 200 to honor yourselfNeil Steinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-90414198045710232692014-10-16T12:12:53.642-05:002014-10-16T12:12:53.642-05:00I've wondered before why it wouldn't be in...I've wondered before why it wouldn't be in the S-T's interest to promote and/or associate with your blog, in some way or another. It CAN'T just be their horror at your infatuation with "Nancy." ; ) From your perspective, however, I have to believe that steering clear of the corporate overlords with regard to your essays and musings here, while linking back to the paper for your "official" columns, is probably the best choice. Eric Zorn's recent experience with the new format for his Change of Subject blog at the Tribune has certainly made the wisdom behind your model more apparent to me.Jakashnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-81683194670295049432014-10-15T20:59:48.736-05:002014-10-15T20:59:48.736-05:00Thanks for the stories! Having to cook for a famou...Thanks for the stories! Having to cook for a famous chef seems super scary. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-22129821704664335392014-10-15T11:45:51.285-05:002014-10-15T11:45:51.285-05:00I can't remind the readers if I never told the...I can't remind the readers if I never told them in the first place. I've never mentioned this blog in the column; my sense is, my bosses wouldn't like that. Though I can't be sure. Every time I've mentioned perhaps tucking the column under their masthead, they stare at me blankly. I think they'd prefer not talking about it. Which will probably be for the best, when I sell it someday to some big ass corporation. Suddenly it will seem like something that has merit. I'm looking forward to that.Neil Steinberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-91239127430860825592014-10-15T08:49:50.207-05:002014-10-15T08:49:50.207-05:00I think you ought to remind your Sun-Times readers...I think you ought to remind your Sun-Times readers that they can get the full unexpurgated version of your column and more if they can access the Internet and don't mind a goddamn or two.<br /><br />Johntatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06215684866966011198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-45504212282509216422014-10-15T07:24:07.818-05:002014-10-15T07:24:07.818-05:00Fair enough. She grilled salmon -- can't go wr...Fair enough. She grilled salmon -- can't go wrong with that. Though the moment that is frozen in my mind is seeing her, about an hour before dinner, standing at the sink, mixing marshmallow fluff and canned fruit cocktails. "What are you DOING?" I asked, feeling something akin to black hatred: I figured she was doing this to spite me, making the most White Trash thing she could conceive. "It's for the kids!" she said breezily. Our sons were, I don't know, 5 (Gale's oldest boy and ours are about the same age). <br /><br />The champagne, I had asked her to judge a candy contest for kids I cooked up. The deal was, she could sip champagne and sit at the Ritz Carlton bar doing it. So we got the wine list, and she picked a Veuve Clicquot from the front. "Do you know the one I mean?" she asked, and the waitress said she did. The bottle came, we enjoyed it. Then the bill came -- over $500. They had given us the pricy bottle, from the back of the menu. The manager was summoned, and she actually tried to stick us with it, then offered to wave $100 or something. I said there was no way in hell we were paying for that, and we'd pay for the bottle we thought we were ordering -- it was $125 or something. Eventually, she saw our point -- deploying my business card might have helped. I decided it really wasn't a story about Gale, and made us seem like Bourbon aristocracy. Neil Steinberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-41893540063670111352014-10-15T07:02:31.516-05:002014-10-15T07:02:31.516-05:00Great column. But PLEASE write here about the tim...Great column. But PLEASE write here about the time your wife had to cook for her. I definitely want to hear that story. And the one about the champagne too! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com