Unfood.
It’s a beautiful Friday afternoon. I’m going on a date with my adorable spouse. Tomorrow, I might bake a pie and plant the vegetable garden. I feel better than I have in months. I probably just jinxed it by writing out for mass internet consumption, but I wanted to tell you. So there you go.
Liveblogging Hell’s Kitchen: The Actual Finale or, Every Moment I Continue to Live is Agony
Let’s all take a moment to remember the halcyon days of Top Chef. Even with the constant indignities of Bluehost’s ineptitude, it was leagues better than this sad excuse for a show. Let’s also remember that you, the public, were allowed to vote on what would happen after Top Chef. Let’s recall that you could ...
Not-Thursday Night Smackdown: When am I?
There’d better be some gunshots or an explosion on Hell’s Kitchen tomorrow night, or at least a high-speed motorcycle chase through the streets of Los Angeles with Gordon Ramsay and a helper monkey in a sidecar, because it is shocking how badly these Wednesday night Smackdowns are throwing off my week. Really, it’s like I’ve ...
For our friends across the pond
It’s National Doughnut Week! And you don’t have to feel guilty, because it’s for CHARITY. Lucky sods.
Awesome shit that I want Tuesday
It occurred to me this afternoon: “Hey, I have a Twitter account! It’s been at least three days since I told the world about the details of my lunch!” I’d written some nonsense and was scrolling through my follow-ees when I saw a link to a post by the Pioneer Woman to her series on ...
Cheap Ass Monday: Deja vu is tasty
Okay, yes, I’ve made pancakes for dinner before. On a Monday night, even. But these are DIFFERENT pancakes. So there. To be more specific: buttermilk pancakes with pine nuts and citrus, topped with ricotta sweetened with candied pineapple and ginger, with a raspberry-orange coulis to cut the richness. Yeah, I know, it sounds kinda like ...
May 2009 Cheap Ass Hobo Monday: The Roundup
Okay, so turnout was pretty crappy, which you gotta expect when the organizer herself wusses out on the event. And then one person completely neglected the whole “theme” thing – is there something about my readership that renders you congenitally unable to read rules? – meaning a full 20% actually weren’t participating at all. So ...