Freaky Friday: I would do it in a boat.
“I’m a person too, god damn it.” “I just don’t fucking care.” “Testicular Prosthetic.”
Comcast can suck my dick.
I can’t get a fucking signal and I’m about to put my head through the wall. It was all I could do to get this page to load to post these three fucking words about why I can’t get the Smackdown up tonight, let alone upload pictures and write more than two sentences. I was ...
From one of the world’s finest culinary minds, we are proud to present…the Frig?
There’s a dark side to genius and an invincibility complex engendered by fame that drives one to create something like this and label it “food.” Note well, grasshoppers: “Edible” and “food” are not interchangeable terms, especially not at 250€ a head.
Cheap Ass Monday: My Little Buttercup Has the Sweetest Smile
When you think about it, there’s nothing really inventive or groundbreaking about basing a cheap meal around pasta. I mean, that’s kinda the point of it, right? Somehow, though, making the pasta yourself tarts it up enough so that you don’t feel like a total toolbox saying, “Hey, internet, did it ever occur to you ...
Man, I wish I lived in Seattle.
Can you deny that tagline? We should all be ashamed that we didn’t think of this* first ourselves. Okay, maybe Bittman thought of it, but is he mass-marketing it? And is he launching it with a wrestling match between an enormous slice of bacon and a similarly-sized jar of mayo? I THINK NOT. Please, someone ...
Weekend Frig: It’s the gravy what makes ‘em special.
That, and the 3500mg of cholesterol. For those playing at home, that’s a scant 1170% of your RDA!
Thursday Night Smackdown: Keller! Finished! Thank you!
I don’t want to just come out and pat myself on the back but I? Fucking RULE. Thomas Keller. The French Laundry Goddamn Cookbook, none of that scaled-down pansy Bouchon bistro shit.* Black sea bass with spinach, parsnip puree and saffron vanilla sauce. One of the best fucking things I’ve ever put in my mouth. ...