First Chow bit the dust. Domino collapsed this year, and culinary giant Gourmet became toast soon after (both were in Condé Nast’s publishing portfolio). And now Metropolitan Home is shutting its doors, which I discovered when I tried to renew my subscription online a few weeks ago. “Sadly, Metropolitan Home is no longer being published. If you have questions about your existing subscription, please contact customer service.” It callously recommended that I subscribe to Elle Decor instead. Sure! Can I have it delivered right up their publisher’s ass?
Here’s the stupid press release.
What’s next? Dwell?
Scott Van Rixel's career in food started the day following his 12th birthday, with a dishwashing job at a Serbian fish fryery. "My mom and my dad would pick me up Friday night and make me strip down to my underwear outside because I stunk so bad of fish," he recalls. "It was miserable, but I loved it."
Rosemary, olive oil and sea salt make pecans a big hit. Vanilla-honey and fresh nutmeg turn cashews into crack cocaine. But the real powerhouse of our most recent beer bust was an improvised recipe—stumbled upon while ransacking Alex's spice shelves—for spicy smoked peanuts. A touch of brown sugar, coarse salt, a kiss of cayenne, wallops of bright red Aleppo pepper and, crucially, smoked black pepper helped plenty of people brave the line for another bomber.