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.
Just so you know, when you Google image search for “normal,” the results return photos of fetuses in utero; on Flickr, it’s bicycles. Neither make sense, so I offer you a picture of boats I took 7 years ago. You’re welcome.
I am not cooking tonight because of: A hamburger Lies Forgetfulness How I’m trapped under a fallen beam in a burning barn
No, really. Brian goes on work travel for a few days, and I completely degenerate. I will be totally honest: I ate a bag of pretzels and a cup of Swiss Miss pudding for dinner tonight, because I COULD NOT BE BOTHERED to make RAMEN. THAT is degenerate, and no one needs to see it. ...
And thusly, with an errant photograph of garlic, have you been snookered.
Message I just left on the half-and-half carton I share with two other co-workers: Next time you wake up in a bathtub full of ice with your kidneys gone and “Call 911″ scrawled on the wall, ask yourself: ‘How much half-and-half did I drink this week?’ Hey, I’m from Jersey. I know rabbis.
I need to rebuild this damn place from scratch. Of course, it would help if I actually, you know, cooked something.
I was going to tweet this but Twitter is being a pain in the ass this afternoon, so I thought I’d open it up here instead: Chiffonade: What the fuck?