This dinner was so good, I actually had to go lie down afterward. Not because I was so full, just because I had to process what had just happened.
What I’ve got on tonight from the end of last week’s liveblog: “A big event. Fancy guest judges. Everyone still hates Robin.” So that’s helpful.
Here’s to hoping Top Chef livens up the joint a little, it’s like a ghost town around here.
Energy mustered. Dinner cooked. Fusion. Only one whole week late!
I have a piece of art in the kitchen that I love love love, but I’m considering its relocation to the den in favor of these:
Brooklyn Bowl: Williamsburg, Brooklyn; October 11, 2009 at 2:49PM. Killer Nutella milkshake.
I can do a Smackdown when tired. I can do a Smackdown when sick. I can do a Smackdown while nauseous. What I can NOT do is a Smackdown while exhausted, sick AND nauseous.
The guilt that dogs me because this Smackdown was to be a birthday treat for a good friend can only drive me so far. I must throw my hands up, or risk hurting myself and/or others.
Top Chef returns this week, and I’m psyched because: Guest Judge Tyler Florence! Do you have any idea how many hits I’m going to get tomorrow for some permutation of “Tyler Florence douchebag”? Off the hook, yo.