First, check out my depth of field, yo. Our children is learning!
Second, I'm sorry about the aspic. But the Smackdown must ever explore the new and exciting, or in this case old and vile.
Fourth, Lillet (a French apertif wine) on ice, maybe with a spritz of seltzer, is my new official drink. The shiznit.
Also, I really am sorry about the aspic.
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Leftovers are AWESOME. Also ice cream makers. And wine.
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No one really wants to read about Hell's Kitchen. You do, however, want to read this, from Jodi at Pistols and Popcorn, the woman who defeated me in the Bloggies because she has a fat brother who rides a bike. Also because she's more interesting than me. But mostly the fat-guy-on-bike thing. When you’re done, why not read the week's guest posts from some other kick-ass bloggers, if you haven’t already? Which you should have. (If you’re wondering why all the guests: go here.)
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You like warm beverages. You like ink. You wish your morning venti double whip whip iced vanilla-caramel mochaccino could look more bad-ass.
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I mean, I'm willing to eat some questionnable foodstuffs. But I like to be somewhat prepared before I actually put them in my mouth.
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You are cold-hearted poeple who enjoy reading about failure, so I was going to appease your horrifying bloodlust and go all Thomas Keller on your asses. On my ass. On someone's ass. Whatever, there was going to be food and probably horrifying failure. And ass. Lots and lots of ass.
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Three bananas, to be exact. Oh, did you need more than that? Tough.
You know you have them: excess bananas, malingering on your kitchen counters and gradually outliving their usefulness. Unless you're one of those locavore people who only eat food produced within 1.3 miles of your Berkeley home*, which you built by hand from local stone carried block by block from your homemade quarry (it was a fun family weekend project!). You can go back to steaming your fresh-picked asparagus in the sparkling spring water little Timmy just gathered from the stream running behind your renovated ...