Sure, the dogs are cute and the story is heartwarming. But the real star of Isle of Dogs is a 45-second sushi scene towards the end of the movie, and it’s time we talked about it. Wes Anderson’s latest film is set in a futuristic city in Japan that outlaws dogs after a “dog flu” epidemic. A 12-year-old boy named Atari goes to Trash Island, where the dogs have been banished, in order to rescue his guard dog, Spots.
It’s 7 p.m. and I’m heading home after a particularly long day at the office. It was more stressful than usual; I skipped lunch to meet a deadline, my coworkers had a million questions for me, and my head is throbbing from a lack of energy. The thought of ordering takeout makes me feel nauseous — I don’t want to wait 40 minutes for a $20 salad, or a greasy carton of noodles.
For the majority of my life, I’ve been able to avoid using cast iron products while cooking. Growing up, my mother refused to use them. “You have to constantly season it,” she said in a way that made the common cleaning process sound like an arduous, sinister ordeal. As an adult who cooks regularly, I fully understand where my mother’s sentiments came from.
I’ve finally entered that chapter in my life where I’m surrounded by new mom friends, and many of them are in vacation-planning mode. I’ve got a lot of questions: Where’s the best place to travel with a baby? Are some hotels more crib-friendly than others? Is it difficult to pump and store breast milk on the road? There are lots of options for those looking to keep their breast milk “on ice.