You can't judge a book by the food stains on its cover
Ex-multimedia Editor John Lindner is always looking out for me, especially with his Shallow Thought Wednesdays:
"I think the typical trajectory runs something like this: Author makes book proposal. Proposal is widely rejected. Brave lone wolf agent picks up proposal and valiantly pursues publisher. Crusty but lovable book editor agrees to take a brief peek at a sample chapter on the condition he/she is bribed with a case of top shelf single malt and a modest humidorful of brackish Macanudos … and a date with the agent. ...
"OK, OK, I'll ship the manuscript."
Editor loves it. Moves heaven and earth to get it published. Rave reviews. Billions of pre-pub hardbacks sold the first week. Spielberg trilogy of blockbusters ensue. Editor dies happy. Agent starts his/her own agency solely for the pleasure of rejecting unknown authors. Author retires to a tony but unostentatious Baltimore City neighborhood to blog daily about memorable meals, dining trends, comings and goings on the restaurant scene and more, dines out twice daily, and eventually becomes U.S. ambassador to Sweden.
Are you touched? You must be if you're reading this post. So help my friend, mentor, counselor, straw boss, and superior in all things dining, get started on the road to destiny. All EL needs to retire in complete happiness so she can focus entirely on our blogging needs is a jump start to the book that waits within her yearning to be released. How can we help? She needs an inspiring title. She'll fill in the rest.
Here are my suggestions:
1. Tip This!
2. Table of Discontents
3. Take It Back!
4. Dinner Is Served
5. You Call That a Crab Cake?
6. The Biography of Owl Meat Garcon
7. The Baltimore Sun Expense Account Diet"
Comments
Do you mean something like:
Fahrenheit 450 - Methods of Baking Bacon
The Ox Tail Soup Incident
Sand In My Crab, Crabs In My Sand--The Real Life Experiences of a Blogging Restaurant Critic
Posted by: Bucky | October 1, 2008 10:52 AM
Wait a second...a Spielburg trilogy of a cook book? Or are you picturing something like Ruth Reichl's autobiography? With all the wigs, Spielburg might like that.
He'd totally screw up the dramatic tension of a souffle about to fall, though.
Posted by: Lissa | October 1, 2008 10:52 AM
Do They Know It's You?
...that's my title but I don't have a book. Titles, yes; books, no.
Posted by: gorelick | October 1, 2008 11:46 AM
Maybe...
The Adventures of Huckleberry Pie
Catcher in the Bourbon (a sequel to, well...you know...)
Posted by: Bucky | October 1, 2008 11:48 AM
How about...
The Drinking Man's Diet - A Farewell to Thighs
Posted by: Bucky | October 1, 2008 12:16 PM
Pie in the Sky - the Astronaut's Diet
Posted by: Retired in Elkridge | October 1, 2008 1:08 PM
How about:
Sandbox: The Story of the Roberts and The Girls
Posted by: PCB Rob | October 1, 2008 1:52 PM
Foie Gras Faux Pas, N'cest Pas?
Not a book all of us would buy, admittedly...
Posted by: Bucky | October 1, 2008 2:12 PM
Here's one...
Gut Reaction - Dangerous Dining!
Posted by: PCB Rob | October 1, 2008 2:21 PM
This is for EL, right? Maybe a guide to healthy food for busy tennis players:
Ad Court, Deuce Curt, Food Court - Servings to Improve Your Serve
Posted by: Bucky | October 1, 2008 2:24 PM
Sandbox: The Story of the Roberts and The Girls
The sad story of OMG (NOT a Robert) who gets the Girl and the rest are left to eat alone. (Sniffing back a tear.)
Posted by: Robert (the Single One) | October 1, 2008 3:58 PM
jl suggested that EL write: The Biography of Owl Meat Garcon
Given the perceptiveness of one of Mr. McIntyre's "colleagues" and Elizabeth's unique insider-position in the matter, I believe she could more accurately pen Owl Meat Grammarian, As I Knew Him (subtitled, An Unauthorized Biography)
And as the sun sinks slowly behind those purple mountain majesties, another Shallow Thought Wednesday draws to a close in Colorado.
Posted by: Bucky | October 1, 2008 7:39 PM
I'm still here for the Roberts. (or were you sad about the Owl absence?)
Posted by: Bacon Girl | October 1, 2008 8:30 PM
I'll bet Owl is just getting ready for his Thursday appearance.
Posted by: Dahlink | October 1, 2008 9:28 PM
BG - loosing BG to a not Robert
Posted by: Robert (the Single One) | October 1, 2008 10:03 PM
Bacon Girl
Where have you been?
I was about to propose a role call!
Posted by: LEC | October 1, 2008 10:17 PM
Losing BG to a not Robert?
Nonsense! For many reasons.
1) not lost - not lost in his dreamy blue eyes. for days and days and days. not.
2) okay, how do you know OMG is not, in fact, a Robert?
3) I am always here for and loyal to the Roberts: grumpy sweet RTSO, lovely Piano, bourbon drinking PCB, Bucky and his rocks in the sink, RoCK in his cocoon of scary unreality, oh god I always seem to forget one.... there are so many. Love you guys!
Posted by: Bourbon Girl | October 1, 2008 11:49 PM
You nailed the charm of all the Roberts, Bourbon Girl.
Perhaps I will change my name to Dahlink Girl? Nah ...
Posted by: Dahlink | October 2, 2008 6:40 AM
Bacon Girl - It's good to know you are still here. I thought of you earlier this week when another blog I frequent ran the following poll:
Which is the best smell to wake up to, on a lazy Saturday morning:
1. The smell of bacon sizzling on the stove.
2. The smell of bread baking in the oven.
3. The smell of a brewing pot of fresh coffee.
4. The smell of high-fiber cereal getting soggy in a bowl of skim milk.
Bacon won, with 50% of the votes cast. Bread was second; coffee third. Predictably, high fiber cereal got no votes.
Posted by: Bucky | October 2, 2008 11:44 AM
Hey Bucky,
I would vote for the bacon every time.
Bourbon Girl,
We love you too!
Posted by: PCB Rob | October 2, 2008 1:26 PM
Bucky, I would say something flirtatious about waking up with Bacon on Sunday morning, but GF would say I was cheating and BG is probably straight. But truly there is no greater morning smell. Even with a hangover! And, Bacon, Bread and fresh coffee all at once, food porn, right there fella!
Posted by: Joyce W. | October 2, 2008 4:14 PM
I voted for bread. There's a whole long story about why, but I already wrote it once and--along with a bunch of posts today--it didn't get posted. I think my IT department must be pissed at me for tying up bandwidth.
Posted by: Bucky | October 2, 2008 5:56 PM
Grumpy: hrmmmph!
Besides, I always thought I was more Dopeyish.
Posted by: Robert (the Single One) | October 2, 2008 8:16 PM
Joyce W. I feel that we are soul mates. You don't have to say a thing.
p.s. Hi Bucky!
Posted by: Bacon Girl | October 2, 2008 9:33 PM
Dahlink - think again. We always need more girls to counterbalance the proliferation of Roberts. We're planning another Girl happy hour next week. Change your name and you're in!
RTSO - I always thought you were incisive dopey grumpy sweet.
Bucky - too bad you are no longer a Robert - you were probably first in the running for the end of year Girl happy hour awards to Roberts for that rocks in the sink post. Roberts - it's all up in the air now... go for it.
Posted by: Hyacinth Girl | October 2, 2008 9:47 PM
Girl happy hour: maybe if I promised to sit in a corner and quietly read Book, I could sneak in.
Book here: That's not sad, its pathetic.
Posted by: Robert (the Single One) | October 2, 2008 11:21 PM
RtSO--I was just wondering how you and Book were getting along. We hadn't heard from her in quite some time.
Posted by: Dahlink | October 3, 2008 6:41 AM
Don't give away too many secrets Bourbon Girl.
Posted by: Owl Meat BlueEyes | October 3, 2008 3:16 PM