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Baking Soda
I made fun of my mother once because I called her from Paris just before a flight home and asked if she wanted me to bring her anything. She said. "Oh yes, could you please bring a few kilos of those nice lentils du Puy?" I thought: I am the only woman on the planet who offers her mother anything from Paris and gets a request for lentils. Anyway, I was just as bad the time my editor called from New York, on her way to Paris, and said, "What do you want me to bring you?", and I said, "Cow Brand Baking Soda!"
Baking soda is one of my favourite products of all time; I always have it in the kitchen. It is cheap. It comes in a good old-fashioned cardboard box (I appreciate that it has resisted foolish plastic packaging with mind-twisting opening mechanisms). And it has so many uses! Obviously baking soda has a place in baking, but beyond that, I use it to clean almost everything - sinks, the fridge,stubborn pots, you name it - and I use it to brush my teeth a couple of times a week. (Plus, it makes an excellent fire extinguisher should you get overzealous with flambéeing.) I buy the kind of soda that has a the soft consistency of cornstarch, not the scratchy, fine-salt consistency kind, which to my dismay is all they have in France.
One sad discovery: Cow Brand Baking Soda no longer exists. Arm and Hammer bought it up, as far as I can tell, and although the baking soda seems just as good, the packaging is dreadful beyond words (shrieking orange with a hammer and fist on it, ready to strike!). Look at the world we live in, for God's sake: can't we the peaceful grazing cow back on the box?
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