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At Razza Pizza Artigianale in Jersey City, Taking Care of a Simple Dish →

February 03, 2018 by Marissa Rothkopf Bates in New York Times

Very few restaurants in the United States charge for bread and butter, but at Razza Pizza Artigianale in Jersey City, which opened in 2012, the bread and butter costs four bucks.

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February 03, 2018 /Marissa Rothkopf Bates
New York Times

Keeping the Germs (and the Hypochondria) at Bay →

January 31, 2018 by Marissa Rothkopf Bates in Newsweek

On a trip to England when I was 15, I was forced by my well-meaning but clueless parents to wait in line for over an hour to get into the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich. Aside from the obvious injustice of forcing a teenager to parade through a museum with exhibits such as Sextants Through History—which was even more annoying once I realized sextants had nothing to do with sex—I had to wait in a sea of people—sweaty, dirty, germ-laden people. As I milled about, surrounded by the great unwashed, my latent fear of germs bloomed like staphylococcus in a warm Petri dish. Read more...

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January 31, 2018 /Marissa Rothkopf Bates
Newsweek

The Fondoodler Cheese Gun is the Gift You Need This Year →

January 30, 2018 by Marissa Rothkopf Bates in Newsweek

With the Fondoodler, I dripped melted rivulets of cheese onto anything edible—and a few things that aren’t. I personalized nachos with just the right amount of cheese and attempted to write my name in Monterey Jack. Gingerbread houses are passé with the Fondoodler in my kitchen—I’d rather eat saltine huts. In addition, this gadget helped me appreciate that melted processed cheese, aside from being delicious, has properties similar to cement. Read more...

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January 30, 2018 /Marissa Rothkopf Bates
Newsweek

The Sparrow Rolling Bag is Designed to Roll Through the TSA →

November 10, 2017 by Marissa Rothkopf Bates in Newsweek

Perhaps the least-welcoming sight at an airport is the blue-gloved hands of sullen TSA agents as they reach for your belongings. Maybe it’s having to wear latex gloves all day that makes them such a miserable bunch. Or perhaps it’s having to watch tens of thousands of passengers from around in their bags, unload their electronics, plastic bags, shoes and water bottles. That his sad circus must wear them down. Read more...

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November 10, 2017 /Marissa Rothkopf Bates
Newsweek

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