This album is excellent accompaniment for a fine boning-down sesh.
JUST SAYIN.

I'm down for dessert!
I actually thought that (at least this episode of) Top Chef Desserts was really fun and enjoyable. Maybe it's because we just came off of a pretty ho-hum season of Top Chef, but this had the bite and whimsy of a good reality tv show. I don't know about you guys, but I don't tune into Bravo for…

How have I never noticed before…
that Tim Gunn and Michael Kors are meant to be together?

Saw her live a few months ago
And I wouldn't say that I wanted to punch her in the face because she looked so fragile, but I sort of wanted to pinch her a little bit. I know that being aloof is her thing, but I feel like she'd be responsible for even more indie boners if she could be just a teensy bit more self…

Yeah I'm definitely leaning towards Hep A or those damn prawns now. It appears that shellfish are a real menace on Top Chef.

Actually…
I've decided that I don't hate Angelo. Nope, I think he has a legit psychological problem. Anybody else getting the sense that this whole "sickness" thing is just him wimping out now that there's a real threat to Angelo winning (Ed)? I'm sure that producers would go along with it for all the added drama that…

I hope those mussels are rotting in mussel hell
As sad as I was to see Tiffany go home, her departure left me pretty impressed with Top Chef's legitimacy as a competition rather than a ratings horse. She's obviously the only one left on the show with any personality to speak of (unless missing your russian bride/dweeb…

Tim Gunn!
I haven't been on the edge of my seat for anything Project Runway related in years. Their editing gives everything away way too easily for the show to seem anything other than formulaic anymore. Underdogs, lots of tape of Gretchen talking, concern over AJ spending too much time on stuff: judging is never…

When are Tiffany and Ed…
going to get freaky and start making babies? I'm sure that those babies would make some really exceptional dishes out of things like langoustine and veal cheeks. Angelo & Mail Order Bride's baby would make terrible, sad dishes.

I still have no idea why I saw this movie.
But if I have to own up to the fact that I did, I'd like to express that I wish the movie was just called "Eat, Eat, Eat," because then the Italian food porn could have continued for much longer.

Seven years late on this but…
While I read this, I can only hear that cocky No-Reservations-Style monologue voice in my head. In his show, he always seems trying to prove that he's a tough guy. He drops references to his dark past, talks about all the hard drugs he's done in a bragging tone, and makes an impish smirk…

Maybe I'm a Sadist
The story that really worked for me in this collection was "Off The Back of a Truck," which is also the story that is receiving the most critical acclaim out of the lot. It's not that her writing really stands out in this story, it's that she makes herself the subject and puts her own emotions on…