I'm Michelle, and you're on Thursday Night Smackdown, the only food blog named "Least Likely To Be Invited Back to the Book Club After That Incident With the Melon Baller." Do you like good food? Then stick around, loosen your belt and make yourself at home.
This week is a week of celebration: yesterday was TNS’s third anniversary (and check out the “Thank you, readers!” giveaway if you haven’t already).
I need something wide and shallow. Here’s the exciting thing about this post: you’ll get to feel like you’re PART OF THE ACTION. No, I haven’t invented smell-o-blogging or taste-o-blogging, but after spending almost 10 hours with Graham and Dodge, 2 chefs from the chi-chi Sanderling resort here on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, ...
It’s refreshing, light, fruity but tart, utterly irresistible. It looks so civilized, doesn’t it? Like something you would serve to the ladies who lunch when they come over for the garden party benefiting the foundation one of them started to purchase wheeled carts for paralyzed needy dachshunds. I almost don’t want to tell you what it really is, because I don’t want to damage my reputation as ONE CLASSY BITCH.
All cow fat, all the time. Let everyone’s collective panties be unbunched: tofu doesn’t live here any more. I’m not giving up on integrating more vegetarian or vegan meals into my repertoire, but I am giving up on frankenfoods like tofu. It’s still not in the same category as truly unearthly “foods” like quorn, but ...
Pictures here courtesy of The Girl Who Ate Everything. Olives and cake courtesy of No Recipes. Meat coma courtesy of 60.21 pounds of pork.* More pics and recipes coming when we recover from the aftermath. More pix after the jump. *Which means: Evil Chef Mom, you win! Email me the address where I should send ...