Funny story, I was uploading the pictures and writing the post about this cantaloupe grappa semifreddo from Gourmet while waiting for my mini test-freddo to freeze. (The whole loaf pan is going to take a lot longer, and I don’t trust my ability to unmold and photograph semifreddo at 2:30am. Or my ability to wake myself up at 2:30 to do so) And since I didn’t have the “finished” picture, I put in a placeholder in the space above that read “BEAUTY SHOT.”
I was in the kitchen a few moments ago getting a cup of coffee when I had two fruit flies FLY OUT OF THE TOASTER at me.
First episode of the Champions Round. $5 if you can guess who I want out first.
I should know better than to be fancy; it totally backfires. This looks completely twee. I should know how to play to my strengths by now, those being “heap crap in a bowl and put a [sprig of appropriate herb] on top.” I diverge from that, I end up with a dish that could be the photo on a Lean Cuisine box. Sad, because this dinner deserves better than that.
What I really REALLY want is for Fox not to air that horrific “The Bachelor: Plus Size Ladies Edition.” Let’s marginalize AND objectify size 14+ women AT THE SAME TIME. Genius! Show it on the National Geographic channel as a disturbing sociological study, fine. On Fox? May ravens pluck out mine eyes.
SAVE ME, RETAIL THERAPY.
I need to rebuild this damn place from scratch.
Of course, it would help if I actually, you know, cooked something.
I’ve been sitting here for over an hour, meaning to start writing but unable to look away from the Tour de France. I think Alberto Contador is a punk. Yeah, I said it. I hope Andreas Kloden waits until the Tour is over and then pops him right in the nose. I challenge you to fisticuffs, sir.