The Hungry Eye Sees A Therapist

Editor’s note — Hey there, the James Cave Instagram Feed Test Kitchen is getting some work done — nothing more than a slight lift, buccal fat removal, and second BBL. For some reason, I thought I could do it all myself, but I now know that it takes more than one YouTube Shorts to learn how to use a wet tile saw. In light of this, I’ve asked our food columnist, The Hungry Eye, to take the reins this month, and he produced an incredible piece for the podcast about a recent experience he had in therapy. Be sure to listen to it below. — James Cave

Hey there, Hungry Eye here, and I am so 50% thrilled to be here with you today.

On one hand, I’m afraid of any platform that gives me attention, because Fame and its resulting frenzy, reach, and power thwarts my ability to do my job (which is to stare anonymously at meals and the chefs who make them, and then write about it).

But on the other hand, I finally got to host my first podcast episode! This has been on my vision board ever since Dax Shepard recorded a fight with is wife and then leveraged that into becoming The Armchair Expert. So, I have mixed feelings about my achievement, but I’m nevertheless excited to share about a recent experience!

Before I tell you about it, I admit that I now understand why everyone thinks they can host a podcast, but only the Dax Shepards ever find success.

It is not easy to hide one’s mouth sounds! I don’t know how Dax does it, but I consumed my regular cocktail of lozenges and Orajel, swallowed a banana whole, and delicately guzzled a 9-bag cup of Throat Coat tea with elegance.

It’s essentially my same ritual for conducting restaurant reviews, but it’s just as effective if you use it for a podcast recording. And if you listen, be sure to leave a review describing how husky and mesmerizing my voice sounds — it really helps people find this podcast.

Now, the story I recount in The Jiffy Newsletter Audio Podcast is special to me.

I’ll be the first to say that being The Jiffy’s food columnist is a humbling burden to be carried with pride and focus. But by being so unyielding in my critiques and so unblinking in my eyes, the gravity of my job started to weigh me down.

I eventually slipped into a sort of accidental walkabout across Columbia County that ended with a brief lakeside nap before I found myself suddenly awake and in the presence of the only person who could help: The Kitchen Shrink.

Her name is Tamar Adler, and as you can hear in the podcast, she gives me just the prescription I needed to cure my diagnosis of spice withdrawals: a map to the Secret Room.

I hope you feel inspired by this experience, as well as the experiences of the other pilgrims who sought and received Tamar’s advice: the people who were gifted a large duck egg while out being drunk, or the man whose caesar salad dressing just wouldn’t emulsify.

I also have a secret “Hungry Eye” clip below, available to subscribers at the J’Fay Supreme level.

The James Cave Instagram Feed also produced a short video about Tamar’s story, and you can watch that here:

Now! On to the ~ secret clip ~ !

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