chicken
TNS: I want some taquitos.
THE PRESSURE ON MY EYEBALLS IS INDESCRIBABLE. See? The stress is getting to me, and now I can only talk in quotes from cartoons. Because not only do I have to be funnier and more personable that David Fucking Lebovitz*, but I also have to be a hidden goddamned gem**. But aye, here’s the rub: ...
Cheap Ass Monday: I love the smell of pot pie in the morning.
Martin Luther King, Jr. Day: A chance to celebrate the amazing accomplishments of the Civil Rights movement, a chance to cook during the day and take photos in natural light. Note that I am NOT EQUATING THOSE THINGS AT ALL. It’s just a happy coincidence. Like the light, fluffy snow that just started coming down, ...
TNS: You’ve won the battle, but not the war.
It’s fucking cold outside. For those who don’t keep track of these things, or who live in parts of the world where there are no distinguishable seasons, “fucking cold” is approximately 19 degrees. Above 20 is merely “cold,” while below 19 is “butt-ass cold.” Negative degrees, which are predicted here in the next day or ...
I see your quarante cloves, and I raise you dix.
I was going to write this up last night, but then I went to a party that I’d only intended to stay at for an hour or two and ended up getting home at 3:30. AND I had like a whole beer and a half, so you know I was in no shape to do ...
Thursday Night Smackdown: Whores de Orvees
You can’t go wrong with the Barefoot Contessa, you just can’t; and that Charlie Palmer can whip up a mean citrusy Asian sauce. Unfortunately, you can go hella wrong with bipolar disorder. You may have noticed a lack of recipe posts and an upswing in bullshitty posts, and it’s because things are just weird and ...
Smackhead, Revisited: You can’t rush reverse osmosis
Yes, I know I said I was going to make this chicken on Friday night. But Friday nights I’m usually too beat to deal with all the cooking and photographing and writing Claudia’s comment in the post postponing this shamed me into giving the chicken another day to salt, EVEN THOUGH the cookbook itself said ...
Thursday Night Smackdown: Kung! Pow! Chicken! Zap!
Clearly, although my medications seem to be working and I’m a functional human being, things are not 100% normal, or else I would not be feeling the irrational hatred of Comcast, NetGear, BlueHost, Firefox, Apple, WordPress 2.5.1 and every other technological entity that has erected a barrier between me and this post: flames, flames on ...