Dimanche (That Means Sunday)

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Welcome to this edition of Dimanche (That Means Sunday), a roundup of things that caught my eye this past week.

I haven’t written Dimanche in a while. Maybe it’s because Dimanche is a commitment and I’ve been sick, and this was the first full week when I didn’t feel completely run down by the flu. Maybe it’s because I’ve actually had some time to devote to reading the news. Whatever the reason, it’s back:

I just booked a trip to Maui for a friend’s wedding in November, and as I was researching the island I came across this story. It’s funny and tender, and turns out way differently than I expected. Read “On a Nude Beach With My Parents, Baring Almost All” in The New York Times.

My best friend sent me an article last week about nude cooking on the same day I saw the Maui nude beach story. I don’t have a problem with nude cooking, I just worry about the hazards of cooking naked. I burn and cut myself enough already with layers between me and the food. Here’s the full story in The New York Times.

In case you missed it, Dunkaroos are coming back in Summer 2020. I saw the news on Twitter earlier this week and I gasped at my desk. It seems too good to be true. I can’t believe General Mills deprived us of this treasure for years.

Acclaimed mixologist Meredith Barry is taking the reins of Taste Bar in St. Louis. Meredith is so talented and seems like a great overall person. You should probably stop by the bar and try her cocktails soon. Get more information in my St. Louis Magazine story.

I almost tweeted at the Washingtonian to bring back this column after two years of silence. Then it reappeared this week. I used to read “Food Money Sex” when I was in D.C. because it was so entertaining. It’s a pretty accurate reflection of what’s going on with 20 and 30-somethings in the District. Check it out here.

So, LAX is hiring people to act like lunatics. Yes; you read that correctly. The airport is looking for 500 people to come to its newest concourse and act like nightmare customers. Sign me up. Read more about it in this Los Angeles Times piece.

It’s hard for me to take Gwyneth Paltrow/Goop seriously, but I have to admit, I’m addicted to her new Netflix series. I watched the whole thing last week. While I have many doubts and even more questions, it’s an entertaining hour of television. Some of the episodes are also thought provoking, especially the one about MDMA-assisted psychotherapy. Check it out here.

Do I need these? Probably not. Do I want them? Yes. It’s a new year and I think it’s time to replace my four-year-old hoop earrings. So far these are front runners.

Everyone in St. Louis needs to run to Turmeric. It’s my new favorite Indian restaurant in town. They specialize in South Indian food, which means one very important thing: Dosa.

Enjoy your week! Here’s a song to get you started.

 

About Emily Wasserman

Hi! My name is Emily and I'm a writer based in St. Louis. If I was stranded on an island and could request three items of food, they would be pain au chocolat, enchiladas, and Neapolitan pizza.
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