Taking over the world, one apron at a time...

3/4/11

A Salty Cure for A Crush.

I'm head over heels! I'm in love! I have to confess that I have been carrying on a love affair for years. Who is my enamorada, the object of my affection? Well Dear Reader, my heart, it belongs to food.  It's the longest relationship that I've ever had and it began when I was perfecting the art of a drip free ice cream cone. Ok, so why tell us now, you're probably asking yourself? The reason I'm breaking my silence is that I fear that my relationship is in trouble.



I've been eating for a long time. But not just eating.. I'm not the steamed white meat sort. I grew up in restaurants. Literally. My family had one. I passed hor d'oeuvres at parties and I mixed my first drink (for an adult of legal age) when I was twelve. My family valued a good meal and a good time. From my Dad I learned the skill of finding the perfect diner. My Mom provided a healthy balance to offset the decadence I was inclined to gravitate towards and taught me to create the perfect salad. And my grandparents..... Well, my grandparents, they created a monster. They took my brothers and me to fine dining restaurants all over the Southern Seaboard. As a result I am chaser. I am a craver. I will go out of my way for the perfect bite.  I will risk tummy ache and tears for a good Mac and Cheese (after of course, I've turned a perfectly good box of unsuspecting Lactaids into a shredded pile of it's former self). So, what's the problem? I'm beginning to fear that the trill is in jeopardy of being gone.

There have always been the rumors. Rumors of a difficult chef or rude waitstaff in the culinary haven you've unwaveringly sought, even though it takes a month and a last name much heavier than your own to drop, in order to claw your way in the door.  But there's been a change in the whispers. There's something more cynical on the tips of tongues and fingers that graze keyboards all around the city that I've been trying to ignore until this week. It reached a breaking point when my roommate was having difficulty trying to decide what she wanted to order in a new favorite restaurant of ours that is good at everything they do. This restaurant is amazing but sometimes having so many great choices can render an enthusiast paralyzed when trying to find just one or three (if you're me) ways to meander down their menu. But, a flush took hold of her cheeks when in place of a confident reccomendation she was told, "I have a girlfriend.".
ERRReeRRRR!!, said the needle to the record. Say WHAT?! Mostly she was just wondering, chicken salad or ham and cheese but instead was reduced to a .... a.. ... a groupie. A Food Groupie. A less then charming nickname I was introduced to recently by a gentleman I have shared a few meals with as of late. Apparently, there is a new breed of groupie in town and this one isn't camping outside The Roxy. The Food Groupie follows chefs, bartenders, bloggers and all things food. But what, I ask you, is the point of all of this deliciousness popping up in every corner of L.A. if not to fall completely and totally, head over heels IN LOVE with what turns up on the end of your fork?  Isn't it the point to keep showing up for more?  And in an age of Twitter and Facebook, Blogging and Yelp, isn't following along exactly what we're supposed to do? What is it about dining culture right now that is making us all so full- of ourselves?

For a while now I have read thinly veiled jabs on Twitter, nicknames like "blogger stalker" and "food groupie", there are reviews on Yelp that have little to do with food or service and everything to do with a platform for being cruel and hurtful.   It is making me want to run for cover from the storm of egos and the crashing bolts of catty comments.  It is beginning to quell my desire to take my place at the new tables sprouting up all around the city.
What if I want to go back for seconds or thirds?
Should I wait a few days in between so I don't look desperate?
Do I let on that I've read the blog of a girl whose perspective I find  fascinating or will she just think I'm weird and tweet that I'm a stalker?
Why am I so worried anyway?
Food is supposed to be fun isn't it?  Isn't it the trill of waking up extra early on a sunny Sunday morning to stroll through the farmers market to find the perfect mushroom that you'll turn into a LACMA worthy work of art in your kitchen at sundown?  Isn't it the excitement you feel when you look at an otherwise plain chalkboard that displays a few seemingly simple choices although you know that the offering laid out in front of you will be so beautiful and thoughtfully prepared that you won't want to disturb it, only take pictures to show your fellow food lovers later?  Except instead, it's turning into competitions and feuds fueled by tweet-tacking, blog-battling and the overweening ego of an accessible chef.  Aren't we all in this for the same reason?  Aren't we all here, showing up again and again table-side, truck-side, saddling up to the counter, waiting 25 minutes for the short seat at the end of the bar because we love food just that much?  What is the point of days, nights and holidays spent laboring in the kitchen if it's not to make people fall in love with your food?  And I am.  I am in love.  I'm in love with your food.  I am in love with the way you write about it and I am in love with the pictures that put the my meal in danger of getting cold because guess what? I want to remember this moment just the way it was. When I fell in love.

Hello World! I'm your Apron Girl!

 Hi Everyone,
   Maggie here from Maggie Mae Apron Co. I want to share with you a bit about what I do.

Maggie Mae Apron Co. is a little studio tucked away in the Hollywood Hills;  here I handcraft beautifully detailed aprons for the home chef, professional chef, waitress, bartender, moms & daughters, fathers & sons or the whole family. I make His & Hers apron sets, Hers & Hers, His and His, aprons for babies, the occasional puppy and, of course, the sassy girl that commands attention in the kitchen even if her baking skills are limited to unwrapping the prepackaged roll of cookie dough (or bottle of wine...).  Maggie Mae aprons have been seen the in the kitchens of celebrity chefs, are the uniform for trendy restaurants like Baby Blues BBQ in Philadelphia and food trucks like The Hungry Nomad. Maggie Mae Aprons have done a little traveling as well--they live in England, Ireland, Lebanon and stateside cities like San Francisco, Chicago, New York and on the islands of Hawai'i.

These are not your average aprons; they are fun, flirty, one-of-a-kind and finely detailed.
Maggie Mae Aprons are handmade with colorful and beautiful fabrics, turn your apron over to see that the back is just as wearable as the front, peek inside of the pockets and you'll discover they are finished with the same attention to detail.  Apron styles vary by shape, length and style.  They can be personalized with your name, business name, wedding dates or anniversaries, or even a personal message.  Custom orders are welcome.   I offer delivery, gift wrapping and shipping services.  So, if you're looking for the perfect gift for your bridesmaids, a baby shower, swag bag, Mom, girlfriend, sister, or for yourself or your business,  email me and we can create the perfect apron(s) for you!

 XOXO Maggie