July 31, 2008
I wasn’t sure how to get intimate with a rabbit cranium, so I went straight for the tongue. The tongue just sits there wiggling half limp between the open jaws of the bunny skull. Man, they’ve got big ol’ chomper teeth! So I carefully kept the jaw parted and put the tongue in my mouth [...]
July 24, 2008
The Associated Press reports on what may be the most off-putting new food trend of the 2008 season: frosting shots. For a small fee, customers get a dollop of their favorite frosting in a paper or plastic cup, about the size of a frozen yogurt sample. [Link]
July 21, 2008
The pork delicacy, not the homosexual police officer. (from Joe.My.God.)
July 11, 2008
“Only the lobbyists.” New York Lt. Gov. David Paterson, quoted by New York magazine, when asked by a reporter if he knew any prostitutes. (via Political Wire) The second reason this picture made me smile was that for a few years, while I was working in the United Charities Building on Park Avenue South, I [...]
July 10, 2008
The first day we did spherification. Right now I’m working on a kalamata sphere. I get the best kalamatas, the best oil and a little brine, and blend them to death. Then you pass it through a Superbag, a plastic bag with extremely tiny holes. You press very hard to get all the black liquid [...]
July 8, 2008
March 23, 2008. Dinner for one at the Victoria Falls Hotel, Jungle Junction, Zimbabwe: $1,243,255,000. May 14, 2008. Lunch in Mutare, Zimbabwe. The lunch bill: soup — 50 million, oxtail — 600 million, coffee — 50 million, with no charge for the pink ice cream. During the meal, one of my mates was drinking beer [...]
July 7, 2008
I saw this picture back in May on one of my most favoritist blogs, joe’s nyc and then, just a few days ago, from a new soon-to-be-favoritist blog, Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York, I saw this post on Chinatown side streets. I moved back to Tennessee 13 years ago, after having spent 20 years in NYC, [...]
July 4, 2008
Meet Aaron Maurice of Appleton, Wisconsin. A couple in Appleton was awakened in the early morning hours by the sound of someone whistling in their basement. Being prepared Americans, they grabbed a shotgun and investigated. In the basement they found Mr. Maurice, wearing the man’s hat and the woman’s jacket, and covered in barbecue sauce. [...]
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I never shall forget the indulgence with which he treated Hodge, his cat: for whom he himself used to go out and buy oysters, lest the servants having that trouble should take a dislike to the poor creature. . . . I recollect [Hodge] one day scrambling up Dr. Johnson's breast, apparently with much satisfaction, while my friend smiling and half-whistling, rubbed down his back, and pulled him by the tail; and when I observed he was a fine cat, saying 'why yes, Sir, but I have had cats whom I liked better than this;' and then as if perceiving Hodge to be out of countenance, adding, 'but he is a very fine cat, a very fine cat indeed.'