8/30/08
Considering they think
women have "the collective IQ of a Tampax," it's amazing they didn't choose a box of chocolates.
(Gleaned from the Boy Wonder)
Not fud, but good
Of course, I'm prejudiced because my consort was involved. Even so, if I had any money I'd be investing it in Kleenex.
8/29/08
Not fud, but funny
And why am I convinced he picked someone from Alaska to counter the Hawaii cachet? You know you're old when you remember when America had only 48 states.
While my friends and I
were eating great orzo salad and sausage and smoked salmon sandwiches and eggs in garlic sauce . . .
8/28/08
8/27/08
Not fud, but insightful
I got a sense of this from reading the blogs all week, not from watching the teevee on my small screen, but once again, I suspect the "pros" are missing a story. A big story while NYC Friedman whimpers about getting left in Beijing's dust.
Not fud, but pretty amazing
Isn't this the party supposedly appalled by the breakdown of civilized civilization?
Not fud, but amazing
The old guy gets away with stuff that would have sunk any Democrat. And to think he could avoid all of it just by learning to use the series of tubes like other septuagenarians.
You can't go back
to first grade again. Funny, though, I also once worked with a couple of people who voluntarily ate pink Sno-Balls every day. The kind from the vending machine, not the urban dictionary.
8/26/08
Not fud, just insightful
But then I always thought Bill was targeted because his having proven any American kid could grow up to be president threatened the heritage network to its very core.
8/25/08
Not fud, but profoundly sad
If you can't bring yourself to read the whole thing, this summary is surprisingly snarkless. Want four more years of wasted lives? Or a hundred more?
Wait long enough
and the snark gets written for you. (Christ on a crouton, though, I think we were still living in the DOA when I wrote about the salad anti-diet for Health magazine, and that was 16, 17 years ago when I had to file stories by modem if not Fedex.)
Is it my imagination
or was it possible to get work done before cats with forks were all over the series of tubes?
Great moments
in advertising. And this is maybe more believable than popcorn cellphones.
(Both filched from the boundlessly energetic Copyranter)
8/24/08
8/23/08
8/22/08
A gazillion houses
with servants, and no cappuccino machine? I half-wish I was back in the Verde Valley to see spectacles like this.
Not fud, but good
I'm bored with the houses, but points for two lines: "knocking back pints of hope" and McLame is "a man so small that he could live without problems in a Ferragamo shoebox."
And there's this.
And there's this.
8/21/08
Not fud, just appalling
To think all those stories were written on the restaurant boom in DC and not one connected the dots . . . I have not read the book, but the inaccessible excerpt in Harper's last month was pretty devastating. And NYC wonders why elevators in public housing can't be repaired? Okay. I'll calm down. It has made restaurateurs rich and "Washington chef" a less laughable phrase.
And university presses
looking at the bottom line might be part of the reason for this big trend, I suspect.
Rice
that almost cooks itself. The whole gallery makes carrying a reusable bag seem like a very small gesture in a warming world.
8/20/08
Now if only
someone can nail whoever is handing out those "Excellence in Hospitality" awards in so many restaurants where the customer comes last. . . .
(Filched from the Newshounds)
Not fud, just how
the world sees it. (And is that Go Fuck Yourself's shadow in the right-hand window?)
Take the long road
home with a guy who has probably never typed the words "not every dish succeeds."
8/19/08
8/18/08
Tasting
is belittling. Which is encouraging. But I would really like some brain bleach for the Prudhomme image.
8/17/08
8/16/08
"Real estate
is violence. You have a neighborhood that has been a certain way and then somebody makes a cappuccino. The Realtors smell that and it becomes a gold mine."
8/15/08
Guess his imaginary friend
let him down. How gullible was this country to swallow the notion that he gave up booze just like that?
8/14/08
Not fud, but queasy-making
If you aren't nervous, you aren't paying attention. Has no one in the Sullied House read "The Road"? Let alone the only thing that got me past 9/11, rereading "On the Beach"?
If only they could
get this in large type on a tiny card, viewable in the dark. The only thing missing is "lying to start an illegal war."
(Filched from the unbaked Haitian supper)
I take it back
No way a princess is going to plagiarize if she has to drink the mimosa. And why in the hell had I never heard of sneaky chef?
Hard to choose
the best turn of phrase: Culinary Tourette's? Like being a judge at a gay dwarves' village fete? Grape Popbitch?
8/13/08
File under
No shit, Sherlock. Every time I saw a photo of a slobbering Chimp at the Olympics I wondered how those poor forgotten troops felt, risking their lives for what?
(Gleaned from the Ultimate Food Gleaner)
Inside the belly
of the cheese beast. It's harder work than presidenting.
Labels:
butter,
cheese,
chicago,
Fairway,
gouda,
Mahon,
mascarpone,
paris hilton,
Stilton
8/12/08
Now this
is disturbing. Even after Harry moved on, this was such an asset to the neighborhood. And the space was part of the allure.
(Filched from Eater)
8/11/08
The healing game
Forget universal health care. This country, thanks to the antediluvian son of an asshole who has resisted science at every opportunity, can barely keep up with research anymore. And so parents who care desperately are left to rely on the kindness of strangers. Cookies, anyone?
When Julia died
so did the last comprehension of what a chef is. Reverse the wording: These are food celebrities (at best).
Days of wine
and greed. Reminds me of a friend we used to have who insisted on traveling high end on photo shoots; eventually, as another friend said, "he first-classed himself out of a job."
Not fud, but appalling
He's gotta be sloshed, and it looks as if he took another tumble off his trike -- his elbow is all scabbed up again. What was that about honor and dignity?
8/9/08
8/8/08
A fresh look
at an old story. Amazing to think how much the food world has changed since the dad story came out. And how little it has in other ways.
8/7/08
Not that I'm prejudiced
but I like this opening volley. Will Gentleman Seinfeld now trash her on national teevee? If so, maybe she can get Paris Hilton to retaliate.
8/6/08
8/5/08
Not fud, just sad
I almost didn't link this because I find him and her so pathetic. But if we turn away, we may have to look at them -- half-clothed or not -- for four long years. During which the Trend Casserole might decide to have a big fancy wedding.
Add a lot more
to the high cost of cheap food. Wonder how the Old Guy's advice to "go to your dermatologist" went over in Appalachia.
Funny
how my hometown paper handled this. The changing room on Straight Talk Express One must be busier than Loehmann's.
Almost enough
to make me start buying Tyson crap. If these people weren't crazy, they'd be hysterical. Or vice versa.
8/4/08
And people think
I'm batshit insane about obesity. (Not fat people. Obesity.) Funny to hear a gun nut arguing for the government to rip the Whoppers out of Americans' cold hands, though.
(Filched from Shakesville)
8/2/08
Girl Scout uniforms
in XXXXXL, top and bottom. (Funny, when I was a kid back in the last mid-century, there was exactly one overweight kid in all the troops in town. And today she would pass for normal.)
8/1/08
Did the Daily Show
have an early edition of the WSJ? The fantasy food is too perfect (around 2:45). Wrapped in bacon for sure.
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