News That Makes Me Sad: Ina Garten Denies Make-A-Wish Request

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Like most foodies, I love Ina Garten.  Mrs. Barefoot Contessa.  Her show is my (second) favorite show on Food Network.  I have always had a certain image of Ina:  classic, pristine, friendly, and superb epicurean.  Despite her monotonous tone and appearance, I love this woman.  I do.

I came across this article on Shine, and it really just soured my image.  What kind of person would turn down a sick child?  Damn you, Ina. 



From today forward, Ina Garten is on strict punishment.  I will not watch her show for a week.  I will not make any of her recipes.  I will not support anything Ina Garten. Hmph. 

Update:  She has decided to grant the child's wish. 

Monty Python: The Snakeskin Pedicure

A posh salon in Monterey, California is offering something outrageously, crazy-fabulous, albeit inhumane and, if I may say, slighty grotesque - a Snakeskin Pedicure.  Yes, a Snakeskin Pedicure, meaning, snakeskin as the "polish" and "design" on your toesies.  Firstly, I would like to say that I love the look...the idea is very innovative...but, the PETA inside me says this cannot be right.  Annnnd, its $300.  That's alotta doubloons.  My suggestion?  Come up with a method to replicate the same look, without using actual skin from a snake, and let's make it more afforable.  Mmmkay?

Woody: The New Modern Kitchen

There is something so earthy and natural about a wooden kitchen that engorges me with happiness and comfort.  I love wood.  Not that kind of wood, but this kind, shown here in these updated versions of classic wooden kitchens.  I love everything about this room.  I spend a large quantity of time in the kitchen, so ideally, I'd like for it to be as inviting and comfortable as possible.  Kinda reminds me of something Frank Lloyd Wright would approve of.

The Big Bang Theory: Fatboy...Come Here, Are You Ticklish?

Zounds!  For me, this is like, the discovery of the wheel.  According to this post from The Salon, heavier men are better lovers.  I've known this for quite sometime, apparently.  I've always had a favortism for portly men.  Plainly put, I loves me a fat dude.  Nice and girthy, pleasantly plump, buddha belly.  And I have no qualms about sharing that fact. People ask, "You mean, like, a football player build?".  Nope.  I like a retired football player build.  Not sloppy, not nasty, but a well-kempt sturdiness is very appreciated.  Yum yum, pretty darn sexy.   Me love you long time.  Owww.

en·am·ored

en·am·ored

–verb (used with object)
1. to fill or inflame with love: to be enamored of a certain lady; a brilliant woman with whom he became enamored.
tr.v. en·am·ored , en·am·or·ing , en·am·ors

To inspire with love; captivate: was enamored of the beautiful dancer; were enamored with the charming island.

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I came across this word today and it reminded me of a former love. Life is funny that way. Memories flood. Conversations of the past. This word was once used to illustrate a former lover's feelings for me. I always felt the usage of the word was very strong; after many, many times of hearing it, I equated the strength of the word to the strength of his love. Funny...



His muse.
My muse.
Peas.
Carrots.
None of which hold meaning at this point in time.


Friendship turned to love turned to an indescribable, consuming, sentiment of defeat. We lost. I lost. He lost.


Decoy love. Fallacy. Untruth. Fabrication.


It is easy to forget what was said. Some things, I will never forget. I will never forget the declaration to love endlessly. I will never forget the promise to always be honest and fair no matter the circumstance. I will never forget the promise to be in each other lives forever. I will never forget that he said, one day, he would make an honest woman out of me. I will never forget the day he said he was impatient for the day to see me as a 'cute little old lady'.


I will never forget that he chose to not choose me. 

Un•en•am•ored.

art.jazz.life: Louis Armstrong's Fancy Kitchen

Stumbled into this article on The Kitchn today, and I fell in love with this piece.  Its jazz.  Its art.  Its epicurious.  Its Louis Armstrong's 1960's kitchen that has been preserved as part of the Louis Armstrong House Museum in Corona, NY.  All the doors on the glossy blue custom cabinets are mounted on piano hinges - snazzy!  See the slideshow here.

The Stuff: Cheyenne Burger

This is what summer is made of. Usually I don't do BBQ sauce alongside cheese, however THIS looks phenomenal and at some point during the summer, THIS will be on my agenda. Chef Bobby Flay's Cheyenne Burger is all sorts of yummy fatgirl goodness. Its a turkey burger, stacked with bacon, onion shoestrings (sweet Vidalias!), BBQ sauce and sharp cheddar.

This is the reason I loves to cook. Bon Appetit!