So what is this "point" of which you speak? They provide a service that you obviously value. They choose not to accept advertising dollars in order to provide assurance that their reviews and recommendations are unbiased. Is your position that they should be volunteering instead of asking to be paid for their work? Or that they should accept advertising and become corporate shills living off of product placement? Enlighten me.
and yes. You need to tell us which car you purchased.
I'm a bit pissed that they don't throw the online access in with my subscription, and that they carefully disaggregate all the similar lines of their empire into separate sites so that they can charge me multiple times. It feels a little nickel and dimey. Free online access with subscription seems like the fair and decent thing to do. So eff them, I have no online facet any more.
Chris Kimball looks like the Crypt Keeper and I can't stand him, but they put a lot of work into Cook's Illustrated and America's Test Kitchen and it's a lot of useful information. Why not charge a premium for it, if they can?
Or you could just buy a couple of cookbooks. Done and done.
Or, better yet: Occupy America's Test Kitchen!!
What, nobody cares anymore?
Appy appreciates the finer things in life, apparently. Just order it. Anybody that ever considered spending a grand on sheets should have no problem with buying an online subscription.
Yeah PG, I think I was paying $35 each for two sites I hardly ever went to. I'm not sure, the first was $35 (I just google-checked) - maybe there was some reduced price for the second, but STILL! How often do I need a new recipe? Once or twice a month? And there wasn't anything durable about it - unless I wanted to print or screencap. So 2x a month is $17 per! How many back copies of Cook's illustrated could I buy for THAT?!?
Squid, It's $35 a year, not each month, right? So closer to $2-3 a recipe.
I went with the online subscription in an effort to de-clutter, but the truth is that I much prefer clipped, torn, flour-smudged printed recipes to accessing them on a laptop. It does deter me from buying more magazines because I keep telling myself I'll preview them on-line first and I never get around to it, so I do save money.
Or perhaps she knows us well enough to know that we'll criticize her car choice, whatever it happens to be. Hell we'll even criticize her decision to buy a new vs. used car and her decision not to post details. I venture so far as to presume that we would even pick out a nice wreath for her to hang on the front grille. 'Cause that's just how we roll around here.
Yeah, 'Neady - in NYC, you can always count on:
1.Luxury car owners
2. (To a lesser extent) Livery cabs
to completely disregard a red light. Even if I have a walk sign, and I see one of a car from one of those categories, I always hesitate before crossing.
(Seen on the way to work earlier this week: NYC Traffic Authority van (empty), parked diagonally across one lane, completely blocking an oncoming wailing FDNY truck. The traffic authority driver casually strolled up, stood beside the van, and shooed cars out of the OTHER lane for the Fire Dept. to pass. Weird)
Here, it is without question owners of white Hyundais. I have labored behind at least 6 in the past month driving 10 to 15 miles below the speed limit, swerving as if drunk from texting, getting cut off. I realized at some point that they were all (different) Hyundais, and that they were all grey or white.
So my experience set differs from yours.
When I had a BMW though, I most definitely owned the road. So there's that.
Chris Kimball annoys me as well. The schtick of always having a problem to solve gets rather old. Can't they just come up with an improved recipe without saying that my grandmother's cooking sucked or that what I've been eating is dried-out crap? The honeymoon was definitely over when he wrote an intro that plagiarized this story almost verbatim and attributed it to a neighbor:
That said, they do have some great recipes and I love it when they go into the science behind a technique.
I wish I had the luxury of pinpointing a particular demographic out there on the lovely highways and byways of California. Alas, I can count on pretty much every single car except my own to be driven as if by a person simultaneously lancing a hemmorhoid.