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 unstable around here. Y'all are awesome for getting into the non-foodie posts too, but don't think I haven't noticed and don't want things to get back to normal around here.
Tonight is not the night that will happen, though: it's late, and actively working to ...
Really, abandon it. Now.
I will give you $10 if you can guess what is in this bowl of soup.
I can make that bet because I know you will not be able to guess, and if you did, you are obviously a cheater. What we have here is a bowl full of "noodles" made of pureed, extruded, poached, fried fish.
Pureed, extruded, poached, fried fish is UNHOLY. And not in the good way, the way candied bacon is unholy. It is a thing that should not be. Iron Chef Masaharu Morimoto and your New Art of Japanese ...