Anthony Bourdain addresses Alice Watersgate once again on his Travel Channel blog, and though he sounds repentant, he cant help but get a few more jabs in.
The new guy in the White House has a lot on his plate as a recent trip through America's Rust Belt had just brought rather poignantly home. So I found the allegedly chronic non-voter Waters' offer to head up a "kitchen cabinet" an advisory board guiding the new administration to a new, organic, locavorean foodie Valhalla well ... presumptuous.
Particularly in light of the Normandy invasion of chefs, logistics and ingredients for the series of benefit meals which followed. I had a hard time visualizing all these guys foraging for vegetables in D.C. in January. The combined carbon imprints of these talented interlopers alone ... seemed at odds with the high minded sentiments in the letter.
Next thing you know, my comments are all over the blogosphere, attacking the Mother Theresa [sic] of the food world, viciously sinking my snaggled teeth into the shanks of St. Alice of Berkeley possibly the most beloved and revered figure in the world of food.
This is made only more awkward by the fact that we'll soon be appearing together in a panel discussion in Connecticut. I cringe, imagining myself in the green room, sheepishly extending a hand over the tuna wraps, Fiji water and complimentary spanokopita, mumbling something like, "Wow ... like, sorry I compared you to Pol Pot. Perhaps that was a bit ... excessive." Next, I'll be accusing Tom Hanks of cannibalism.
Meanwhile, Waters herself has yet to speak on the matter. But then, who needs her side of the story when Bourdain's is this entertaining?