Weekend Frig: Valuable Sponsorship Opportunity!
To whom it may concern: If you want to buy this marvelous machine for me, I will name it after you Coors Stadium-style. So if you’ve always wanted to see a “Jim Smith Memorial” something or other, you’ve come to the right place.
TNS: You’ve won the battle, but not the war.
It’s fucking cold outside. For those who don’t keep track of these things, or who live in parts of the world where there are no distinguishable seasons, “fucking cold” is approximately 19 degrees. Above 20 is merely “cold,” while below 19 is “butt-ass cold.” Negative degrees, which are predicted here in the next day or ...
Liveblogging Top Chef: Episode 8
Hung joins us this week, as do live chickens. Toby Young continues his stint as guest judge, and it’s a toss-up whether his pithy remarks will continue to amuse me, or whether he will Bourdain-ify before my disappointed eyes.
The Google obscenity pool winner is…
No one, because no one actually came here via the phrase “fuck the chicken,” which is disappointing in a bizarre kind of way. But below the jump are the top 10 most icky from the past day or two. This is what you get for having a pottymouth, kids. Clean up your acts. Which one ...
Cheap Ass Monday: Stink, Stank, Stunk
Fewer things make me happier than garlic, lots and lots of garlic. Gianduja. Argyle socks. Making snap judgments. The word “ilk.” And, of course, more garlic. I noticed that people started coming within 10 feet of me today. Since I don’t really like people* and try to maintain a 12-foot radius, another garlicky dinner was ...
January 2009 First Thursday: A for Effort
I may have played the insanity card to wuss out on really challenging myself, but our participants didn’t. Behold, our brave souls (and don’t skip the poll at the bottom):
I see your quarante cloves, and I raise you dix.
I was going to write this up last night, but then I went to a party that I’d only intended to stay at for an hour or two and ended up getting home at 3:30. AND I had like a whole beer and a half, so you know I was in no shape to do ...