If I'm someone who gets the Epicurious Recipe Flash, why would I want to read about Moby's vegan kitchen?
I bet Moby is a really, really nice guy. In fact, I used to share an office with the woman who booked his tours (and Elvis Costello's, too. Once I answered the phone and there was Mr. Costello, polite as can be, saying, "Hello, This is Elvis Costello. May I talk to Marcia?" I worshiped Marcia.) and she, his agent, said he is a really nice guy. But I don't want to hear about his kitchen. I know. He has a cookbook, a restaurant, he's a foodie and he wants us to know that foodies can be vegans.
But, come on now, if I'm a vegan, the recipe newsflash from Epicurious is pretty much besides the point. And if I'm an omnivore, as I mostly am, then seeing Moby's kitchen isn't going to do that much for me. Except maybe make me dream of a day when I might live in a clean, well-lit space with kitchen lined with nicely ordered containers that are filled with organic whole grains and a perfectly organized fridges stocked with beet juice and tempeh.
One thing, though. I'd much rather have Moby as the vegans' outreach person to foodies than those Skinny Bitches. You know who I mean. Here's one example of how I feel about them.