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Los Angeles Times Daily Crossword Puzzle
Edited by Rich Norris and Joyce Nichols Lewis
11/14/18
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Release Date: Wednesday, November 14, 2018
ACROSS
1 Hee-hawers
6 Tinker Bell’s
friend
9 Part of WTO
14 Low on funds
15 Garden tool
16 Four-bagger
17 Manx currency
18 Seriously funny
shows?
20 Organ near the
stomach
22 Doldrums
23 “Boyz n the Hood”
actress Long
25 __ shadow
26 Hive builder
29 Entrance
33 Amaretto flavor
35 Trivial matter
36 Reef creature
37 Foes of the evil
Saruman
38 Logical
beginning?
40 Appear
41 Word that always
brings a smile?
44 Winding Alaskan
river with a
Hawaiian name
47 V8 veggie
48 Upper arm
muscle
49 Yoga chants
50 Wrigley Field
abbr.
52 Roll in the grass
53 Political spin, say
55 Cocoa company
60 Anno Domini
alternative
64 With 67-Across,
what five pairs of
answers in the
circles represent
65 Hippie’s wheels
66 Coke go-with
67 See 64-Across
68 Roofing stone
69 English cuppa
70 More than a little
heavy
DOWN
1 Pharaoh’s sacred
snakes
2 Look for bargains
3 Heart’s
companion
4 Sea eagle
5 Martyred bishop
of Paris
6 Advanced deg.
7 “You have two
choices”
8 Writer Zora ___
Hurston
9 Oscar-nominated
film starring Viola
Davis
10 Towel holders
11 Mate, across the
Channel
12 Ruby of “A Raisin
in the Sun”
13 Critical-care ctrs.
19 Mesoamerican
pyramid builders
21 Petty peeves
24 Take __ from:
emulate
26 Study hard
27 Marx collaborator
28 Buildup of fluid
29 Actress Helena
__ Carter
30 Passes the
threshold
31 More like the
Magi
32 “Notorious”
screenwriter Ben
34 Israeli leader
Dayan
35 Maker of sweet
wafers
39 Collective
possessive
42 “Missed it by that
much”
43 Musical
wunderkind
Bortnick
45 Columbia
University athlete
46 Auto parts
supplier
51 Like some gases
53 X-rated stuff
54 Get straight?
56 Automaker
founded in
Sweden
57 Tot
58 Jeans choice
59 Scots Gaelic
60 Rite Aid rival
61 Midnight mouser
62 Degree for a
CFO
63 Reddit Q&A
session
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What do you get when you
simmer a pot of oatmeal on low
heat, add a French minor, a dash
of cinnamon, a drizzle of almond
butter, an affinity for yoga and
nearly fifty thousand Instagram
followers? This is just one recipe in
the cookbook of lovely ingredients
that makes up LSA sophomore
foodie Maddie Ross.
Ross or, as she’s known on
her wildly popular health and
wellness Instagram account, @
cest.madeleine is the human form
of sunshine. Where some people
hide behind their iPhone screens,
scrolling with a looming cloud
of doubt and self-destruction,
comparing themselves to pixelated
8-inch images of acquaintances
and strangers, Ross is quite the
opposite. In fact, she’s used her
Instagram platform to express
herself in a positive way. Where
many use Instagram to alter who
they are, she uses the social media
app to get to the center of exactly
who she is.
Her account is filled with
encouraging, honest captions and
gorgeous photographs of stacked
avocado toasts, bowls of creamy
oatmeal, pieces of grilled fish and
white sweet potato fries grilled to
perfection with a pool of earthy
green pesto for dipping on the side.
From experience, I can tell you that
Ross’s cooking abilities and sunny
disposition are anything but phony.
In fact, the conversation I shared
with her over homemade oatmeal
bowls was blissfully authentic,
peaceful and warm.
Against the wall of the quaint,
chic kitchen she calls her own
during the school year — decorated
with a sign that reads “chop it like
it’s hot” — I observed her in her
element, standing over the stove,
simmering banana slices on a
pan sprayed with avocado oil and
crackling with sweet maple syrup.
“I don’t mind that my bedroom
is so small because I spend most
of the time in here anyway,” She
said with a smile, gesturing to her
kitchen. “The kitchen is my happy
place.”
She prodded at the browning
bananas with a seemingly magical
touch as the kitchen began to smell
how a cold Sunday morning should.
I could tell immediately that Ross
feels her best in the kitchen — she
traversed the space naturally, has a
terrific handle on multitasking and
created art out of bananas, oats,
almond butter and granola. I never
thought much about the magic
touch of someone gifted at cooking
until I had the chance to really
watch someone with said touch in
their element.
“Cooking and baking and then
photographing my meals is like
my art form,” she said when asked
what her process is for sautéing,
baking and mixing her delicious
Instagram photos into life. “I
normally go by what will look
pretty and what will taste good too.
I’ll admit it’s a little bit of both.”
She certainly has her go-to’s,
though — toast, salmon, anything
with eggs and anything with
avocado.
Ross admits her Instagram
account,
which
is
currently
aesthetically pleasing and drool-
worthy, wasn’t always so beautiful
and well-thought out. She started
the account after struggling with
disordered eating the summer
before high school. It was, in perfect
13-year-old fashion, donned with
the title “The Dancing Foodie” and
was a private account that she hid
from her family and friends. Once
those around her found out about
her secret hobby when she was
observed photographing her meals
and gaining interest in culinary
art, the account came off private,
underwent a slight transformation
and began to pick up major traction.
“I mean Instagram for me is
about connection — it’s how I found
joy in food again. I met some of
my best friends at school through
the community I’ve found on my
account,” she said.
It seems that Ross was a bit
of a revolutionary in the small,
conservative town in rural Ohio
she calls home, and the community
she inspired back home has only
grown since coming to college.
“Some people say that I invented
avocado toast in Bowling Green,
Ohio. I definitely didn’t invent it,
but I was sort of the first to do it.”
She claimed when asked how her
upbringing informed her desire
to create a community for herself
through Instagram.
“The closest Whole Foods to
where I live is the one here, so we’d
drive the hour to Ann Arbor just for
Whole Foods,” she said.
If a pro on the pro / con list
of attending the University is
proximity to Whole Foods, Ross
is certainly in the right place.
Despite her love for Ann Arbor
and delight in being somewhere
that has spaces that cater to her
passions
—
specifically
Tiny
Buddha Yoga, Fred’s, Zingerman’s
and her favorite Indian restaurant,
Cardamom — Ross has a larger
desire to travel, something the two
of us share.
She listens nearly exclusively
to old French music, loves Nina
George’s novel “The Little Paris
Bookshop” and has lately been
exploring different flavor profiles,
especially Indian and Moroccan
food. Her travel to-do list is
overflowing with zip codes in
countries she’s never been before
in addition to spots on every corner
of the United States — normally in
the pursuit of the foodie havens
popping up from coast to coast.
“I want to go to L.A., just for
the food scene. I also really want
to go to Seattle and Portland — oh,
and Australia. I feel like I’d love it
there. And I just picture myself in
France, maybe Paris, just reading
and writing and eating a baguette.”
Her travel dreams and future
destinations stems from her love
of unique cultures, interesting and
new flavors and her intense desire
for adventure and exploration. One
of her more recent explorations,
which has planted her desire to
travel even more, was a yoga retreat
and trip to Costa Rica, where
she spent time being mindful,
immersing herself in unfamiliar
culture and food and enjoying
trying new things — like surfing.
“I’m
open
to
anything.
Especially
food-wise,
I’ll
try
anything.” She declared, as I
scraped my bowl of oatmeal clean
and listened to her stories of Costa
Rica — including her first time
surfing, which she deemed scary
but liberating. Ross appears to
feel the freest when she is on the
pursuit of a new adventure, headed
to a new place or with the promise
of a unique experience.
The woman she is through her
beautiful, inspiring photos on
Instagram is absolutely faithful
to who she is in real life. In a
world so quick to document their
lives in an extremely obscured or
dismantled way on social media —
Ross is redefining the norm. Never
have I met someone whose social
media accounts are a glimmering,
authentic mirror reflection of
exactly who she is — spunky,
creative, honest and bright. Her
plans are big, and her dreams
are lofty but after meeting her in
person. I have no doubt that she
will achieve them all.
“Well, sourdough bread saved
my summer,” she said. “I told
myself, ‘Maddie, you have to do
something with your summer,’ so
I started to make sourdough bread.
A loaf of sourdough bread is my
absolute favorite food. But it has
to be homemade … and naturally
leavened. I’m a bread purist.”
“Now I could see myself opening
up a cafe or a bakery…” she trailed
off thinking for a moment, her
spoon, cradling a final spoonful
of oatmeal, suspended in the air.
“Well, my real dream is to open
a half bookstore, half bakery.
I’ve always seen myself running
a business or being a business
owner.”
It’s extremely clear why Ross
can see herself running a business;
she is passionate and clear in her
visions, astute and unique in her
observations
and
enthusiastic
about life. Where Maddie Ross
exists, negativity does not. It
seems her major goals in life are
to always head toward the light
and away from the darkness,
remembering to come back to her
base: good ingredients, wholesome
meals, lasting conversation, long
walks and great books. She has
set concrete values, passions and
ensures that she gives her full heart
and an equal amount of her energy
to each.
One of these is connecting with
people, something that, as a foodie
and a social media presence, comes
as no surprise.
“Everyone eats, you know?
To me, the easiest way to crack
into even the toughest people is
through a good meal. I love feeding
people. I love talking to people. I
love having real, human moments.
I try my best to fall as far away from
superficiality as I can.”
Ross was getting ready to head
to a yoga class after our breakfast
conversation, in keeping with
her desire to be in touch with her
mind and her body, and sported a
perfectly on brand “Bakers Gonna
Bake” sweatshirt.
I asked Ross what her life
philosophy is, beginning from a
past of disordered eating and self-
doubt, and having grown into such
a remarkably strong, sanguine
woman.
She
is
a
refreshing
presence in our city and the world
of Instagram, bringing us doses
of realness and mentorship with
every stride forward.
“I want to lean into the grey
areas. Sometimes, I’m so locked
into black and white thinking like
it’s all or nothing,” she said. “And it
doesn’t have to always be perfect.
It doesn’t always have to be in my
control. I try to focus on what I can
control, cherish the simple miracles
and bask in the little moments,
letting it all happen as it may.”
I headed away from her inviting,
amiable corner of town and back
into the frigid and grey world
outside, feeling a bit sunnier, a bit
luckier and refreshed from such
raw conversation. We planned a
coffee date to find Ann Arbor’s
best oat milk latte and exchange
our favorite books but until then
I’ll have to drool over her recent
Insta post and channel my best
Madeleine Ross positivity on my
most stressful days: Take a deep
breath, make a good meal and
remember to be mindful. We all
need a reminder to stop and be
present, to share the good in the
world with faith that goodness will
be returned back to you.
My
best
advice
to
head
toward the real is to follow @
cest.madeleine and allow her to
inspire you to kickstart start your
own journey toward the real and
away from the superficial — in
food, in relationships and most
importantly, in life.
Campus foodie Madeleine
Ross talks brunch & books
ELI RALLO
Daily Arts Writer
COURTESY OF MADELEINE ROSS
STUDENT PROFILE
From an early age I was taught
to laugh. As a kid, my primary
caretaker was an ex-doctor from
the former Soviet Union with an
ample bosom and several gold
teeth that twinkled in the light
every time she smiled. Her name
was Raya, and she was my favorite
person in the entire world. Every
year of my life till the age of five was
spent with Raya. We would make
authentic Russian beet borscht and
watch “Anastasia” and laugh. Oh
god, we would laugh. Raya was the
queen of her own kind of borscht
belt comedy. She compared finding
love at her age to finding a parking
spot, every spot being either
taken or handicapped. Her jokes
were dirty, and the punchlines
were always in Russian. I never
understood them, but I understood
the hearty belly laugh that followed
each kicker. It would start deep,
like a sneeze and travel up through
her entire body exiting with a bit of
spittle and excessive force. Her eyes
would close and the cavernous lines
like parentheses around her mouth
would grow longer to highlight her
wide, golden-toothed grin. Two
years after her death, I still hear her
laugh.
Funny women have always had
a presence in my life. Raya taught
me to laugh at myself, to laugh in
the face of pain, to laugh it all away.
She was my adopted grandmother,
and she never let me go hungry.
Come to think of it, I think my
chubby childhood has something
to do with Raya’s forceful hand in
the kitchen. So, dear reader, when
I hear that ridiculous and oft used
insult, women aren’t funny, I
imagine Raya laughing a laugh so
big that those awful men and their
micropenises combust from the
sheer feminine power.
In 2007, Vanity Fair published
an essay by Christopher Hitchens
titled “Why Women Aren’t Funny.”
Yes, really. In the essay, Hitchens
argued for the “superior funniness
of men” versus the “inferior
funniness of women.” According
to Hitchens, women are inherently
serious due to their childbearing
and childrearing capabilities. He
goes on to write, “For some reason
women do not find their own
physical decay and absurdity to be
so riotously amusing, which is why
we admire Lucille Ball and Helen
Fielding, who do see the funny
side of it. But this is so rare as to be
like Dr. Johnson’s comparison of a
woman preaching to a dog walking
on its hind legs: the surprise is
that it is done at all.” So, according
to Hitchens, women do not find
death as funny as men and they
are too serious, therefore they are
incapable of being as funny as men
or funny at all.
In response to this essay, Vanity
Fair published an eloquent rebuttal
by Alessandra Stanley titled, “Who
Says
Women
Aren’t
Funny?”
Stanley neatly and savagely lines
up the ways women have slayed
the comedy game for centuries.
She even drops a line about our
matriarch Sarah cracking a joke
way back in Genesis. Yeah, we’ve
been funny for a while. Stanley
also mentions Kate Sanborn who
wrote in her 1885 book “The Wit of
Women”: “No man likes to have his
story capped by a better and fresher
from a lady’s lips.” Not much has
changed since 1885; men still hate
getting out-witted by funny females.
Even the “King of Comedy” A.K.A.
Jerry Lewis claimed again and
again that women aren’t funny.
Jerry Lewis repeatedly said he
didn’t feel “comfortable” with
women performing comedy and
when asked if he had a favorite
female comedian he responded
that he didn’t have any. When the
“King of Comedy” says women
aren’t funny, it becomes more clear
that maybe the problem isn’t a few
sour men but a deep-rooted double-
standard riddled with misogyny
that has infected the entire comedy
industry. In her essay, Stanley
writes, “It used to be that women
were not funny. Then they couldn’t
be funny if they were pretty. Now a
female comedian has to be pretty —
even sexy — to get a laugh.” It turns
out, no matter what, women are
criticized for being too much or not
enough.
If you ask a female comedian how
they feel about men like Hitchens
or Lewis or any other white male
comedian thinking we aren’t funny
we will answer with a resounding,
“we don’t f****ing care if you like it”
(Tina Fey said that). While we don’t
care what old, dead, white men
have to say about the inconsistency
of having boobs and a sense of
humor, it still sucks. It sucks that
as women we still have to justify
our funniness and that we have to
remind the world that women are
funny: Remember when Tina Fey
and Amy Poehler did Weekend
Update? “Broad City” is still on,
right? What about that time Cardi
B co-hosted “The Tonight Show”?
That was something. Joan Rivers
once said, “Men find funny women
threatening. They ask me, ‘Are you
going to be funny in bed?’” If funny
women are threatening, angry and
funny women are a bloody threat.
But look how far we’ve come!
Women are killing the comedy
game, occupying more roles in
leadership positions on comedy
networks and making space for
women in TV, film and the internet
for their content. So yeah, it sucks
that women have more to prove, but
it’s also amazing how much female-
driven content is out there today.
Women are funny because
funny isn’t gendered. Women are
funny because jokes should rely on
one’s wit and talent not on what is
between one’s legs. And guess what,
like most subjective things, taste
differs. And like most performers,
not everyone excels at their craft.
So yes, some women may not be
funny but just as many, probably
more, men are failing at funny too.
Men claimed women are unfunny
because they wanted them in the
audiences and their beds rather
than on the stage. The argument
that women can’t be funny is an
antiquated, misogynist claim that
has no evidence or proof, and thus I
proclaim it dead. Bye forever, good
riddance.
Women are funny, okay?
BECKY
PORTMAN
DAILY HUMOR COLUMN