Big Gulp Weevil
Big Gulp Weevil
The holidays are upon us, and that means it’s time to drink Trinidad Especials with abandon. They’re an easy to make, festive drink that taste like liquified Santa, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll start drinking them, too.
(Also on the menu: the delicious but decidedly less festive sounding Maccabee Fizz. Gotta respect the tribe, yo.)
Once upon a time, I had another blog that was sort-of-but-not-entirely about food. I was looking for one of my recipes this morning, ended up re-reading several of my old posts, and was delighted to discover that I’m still proud of them. More importantly, having this record of what I was experiencing, thinking, and feeling throughout some pretty tumultuous years is a gift that keeps on giving — a reminder that I can power through hard times, have had more good times than I sometimes remember, and have always had a powerful voice, no matter what.
Huzzah for blogging, and happy Sunday to me.
What did cake ever do to deserve this? Oh, right, only bring joy, happiness, and chocolate ganache to millions of people every day.
And this is how we repay it. Go to therapy like the rest of us, and leave the cake to people who know how to treat cake right.
Of all the things you could choose to put in your mouth and savor… what horrible thing happened to you, such that you were driven to think, “Yes, candy corn! That’s what I want to eat!” Especially in a world in which gummi cola bottles exist. Whatever it was, it must have been really bad.
I really want to know. Please, someone explain candy corn, and help me sleep through the night once more.
Finishing Butters, brilliant! Because now the door is open for Starting Butters and Halfway Through Butters and all kinds of In-Progress Butters. Endless possibility! A Butter for every occasion Truly, Paula Deen is the marketing genius of our age. Or possibly our society’s fatal flaw. Personally, I’m looking forward to the Butter-Flavored Butter (Now with Extra Butter).
Forty acres and a stick of specialty butter: the American dream.
Perhaps you HAVE been to The Slanted Door and have eaten the clay pot chicken, and are saying to youself, “Ha! I have not wasted my life!”
Sadly, unless you have also been to A16 to have the burrata followed by the maccaronara with ragu napoletana and house-made ricotta salata, you’ve still wasted it.