I’m taking one from TNS through the rest of mine, so nothing new until Monday. I know you can make it. You’re stronger than you think. In the meantime, why not go nominate me and your other faves for a FoodBuzz award?
Last week a panoply of French chefs were forced to eat food prepared by Top Chef contestants. They did a pretty good job…except Hector, who I thankfully no longer have to try and decipher, although I’m sure he’s a very nice person if you can understand him. See you at ten!
We return to New Jersey tomorrow morning. Of course, I still have the rest of the week off stretching in front of me, but still. No more beaching. No more barbecue. No more napping on my sister’s insanely comfortable living room couches. No more barbecue.
Warning: Hardcore barbecue pr0n follows. This barbecue came from a shack behind a lighthouse 25 miles from nowhere, manned by two friendly metalheads who spend their entire lives smoking pork. Directions: Come to Outer Banks. Drive toward lighthouse. Follow smell. Gorge. Repeat yearly.
Yes, it’s still on. On like Donkey Kong. Vacation be damned. I could post the barbecue porn but no, the people demand the Top Cheffery.