I’m hooked. Seriously. If Cook’s Illustrated were to publish a special, commemorative “Guy Fieri, Satan, and Your High School Gym Teacher Get Together and Cook Furry Household Pets” issue, I would buy it.
Actually, I would totally buy that. But I digress.
Point being, I’m hooked. No matter what impossible promises are on the cover (pie crust made easy!) or how fuzzy and distracting the little line drawings are or how pointless and self-gratifying the introductory essay by the editor about the winters in rural Vermont where everyone minds his own business yet looks out for one another and never thinks about food but is yet some sort of wise and instinctive epicure… I’m plunking down the six dollars. What IS it about this magazine?