We'll be the first to admit that we're biatchy (the fairy godmothers didn't christen us Amuse-Biatch for nothing). But we're not so petty that we mind an occasional typo or two. Even we--gasp!--have been guilty of a typographic error de temps en temps. It seems that, despite all the steel rods, silicone, and synthetic fibers, we are, apparently, still part human.
When you are married to a Booker Prize-winning novelist, are a self-proclaimed "egghead," and let on that your light reading includes the latest biography of Simone de Beauvoir, one would think you'd at least bother to use the spellcheck function. This week's cogent™ installment of Padma's blog made our inner copy editor break out in hives.
Here, then, a non-exhaustive list from this week's Padma's Cogent™ Blog:
Maybe the distraction of his pain lead [sic] him to stop thinking so much about what he usually does (fry things), and make something that catered to the perameters [sic] of the challenge.
judges [sic] table, for instance, can take hours
All this in that heat wave make [sic] for very tense talks at times
who is a the [sic] weak or strong competitior [sic]
with a pesto like [sic] messy sauce
It was yelow [sic]
the presentaion [sic]
they bring our [sic] the instinctual cook in the contestants
a scene in Pan's Labrinyth [sic]
cranberries and pinapple [sic]
ill conceived [sic]
was a what [sic] looked like a brick of brownie
creme anglais [sic]
doesn't need paring [sic] with other desserts
what about going the way of simpicity [sic]
his conept [sic]
portion and presentaion [sic]
Well, sic transit gloria mundi.