Sorry, it's like the Bec Memorial Joke, where if you mention fava beans, I have to make a Hannibal Lecter reference. When I shuffle off this mortal coil, one of you my friends will have to make the joke for me.

Okay, right now, this minute, I am slowly and luxuriously eating foul medammes as recommended by chu_hi. And it is magnficient, sweet, savory, ( Read more... )

I haven't washed my hands today, which is kind of icky, but I shook Jose Andres hands last night around 9 o'clock and every time I look down at them, I think maybe I can hold off a few more minutes. So I am typing this with fingers enfolded just yesterday by the firm hairy mitts of a premier DC chef. How did this come about?

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Last night I dreamt we were on a deep space mission, and had arrived at an area where food sometimes became sentient. If it was in a field of strong thought and emotion, it would start thinking its own thoughts, having a sense of self ( Read more... )

Best part of Roadtrip 2012 was feeding a giraffe romaine lettuce at the Milwaukee County Zoo. They extort $10 from you for the priviledge, but there is something weird and wonderful about being eye level with a giraffe intent on grabbing something out of your hand with a foot-long black tongue. It's like a deer that a mad scientist got hold of ( Read more... )