It’s not as bad as the night we tried to LIVE IT UP with Paula Deen and ended up with what was essentially a mayonnaise casserole, but it’s not good and is made even more tragic by its source: Suzanne Goin! Sunday Suppers at Lucques!
I can sum it up for you in one word: beets.
Make that three words: terrible, terrible beets.
I don’t really remember what is supposed to happen this week, although I’ve been having dreams about Leah being literally thrown under a bus all week. No, I’m here to warn you that it is inevitable that something is going to go screwy with the site, probably more than once, during this episode. WordPress doesn’t like processing multiple comments at once (Although it’s not that many so I don’t really get it – are you all commenting at the SAME EXACT SECOND during commercials? If so, cut it out.), and my host insists that I’m exceeding my CPU usage during these hours, which I’m pretty sure can only be the case if they have a single server on which they’re hosting every single one of the world’s 11 million blogs.
Anyway, I’m trying to decide on a new host but in the meantime we all have to suffer, me included because every time it happens I want to send death rays through my wireless router to Bluehost. Sorry.
It’s time for The Recession Special: Hobo Mondays!
I’ve got my bindle all a-packed.
This has not been a good week for me in terms of not being a big fat liar.
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before.* Pasta e lenticchie mediorientale. That is, pasta and lentils, a classic Neapolitan dish, with a Middle Eastern twist. As far as I can recall, unlike last week, I have not already written this post before. Go me! Short-term memory rules!
*Nothing’s changed; I still love you, oh I still love you. Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to.**
**Not YOU. You, I still love exactly the same.
This month was all about romantic cliches. Yes, I made a grilled cheese sandwich, but I think I acquitted myself admirably with the post itself. Your entries below the jump – nice job, everyone! – plus some EXCITING NEWS about the future of TNS-related food events. Continue reading
Sometimes it’s not the actual food that’s fucked-up (although it usually is), sometimes it’s just the packaging.