Her post today – just to continue the baseball reference (even though I'm not technically a 'baseball person') – is a grand slam homer at the bottom of the ninth.
Are you skeptical? Here's a tasty tidbit to whet your appetite:
"Dark chocolate is Bea Arthur, milk chocolate is my mother, an uncooked hot dog is Ricky Gervais."An uncooked hot dog is Ricky Gervais!
Can. you. even?!
Read the whole 'Banana is Burt' post here.
Clearly, my Paleo Rogan Josh is Seth Rogan... but what about my favorite chili recipe or Moroccan Meatballs or Meatza Pie? Who are they? I'm pretty sure Calypso Chicken is Charo (aaiiyeeee!)... What do you think? Do you ascribe personalities to your food? And should I feel bad when I chomp on Charo?
For more Tipsy Baker goodness, read the article that made me fall in love with her writing: 'What I Learned When I Killed A Chicken' at Slate.com. I know it sounds gruesome, but it's really a story about love.
[BONUS silliness: On my search for a 'raw hot dog' image, I found this.]
Bonus silliness begs the questions how and why and then I think, what if I could get my spaghetti squash inside my chicken sausage like that, and then I'm back to how. So how do I do that?
ReplyDeleteMelissa, I wish the answer was "magic" but it's much more mundane than that. Stick raw spaghetti in a raw hot dog and boil (http://boingboing.net/2009/04/21/freaky-food-fun-inse.html).
ReplyDeleteIf you figure out how to do THAT with spaghetti swash, it really will be magic.