@steph5555: Thanks for stating the obvious (and semi-obvious!). I'll repeat that I don't find anything intrinsically "wrong" with using liquid nitrogen, and you, like Stingray, gave viable reasons why it might be used in a forum such as TC or IC. I am just personally tired of seeing people go to the liquid nitrogen…

No bias whatsoever here toward skillets and/or deep fryers, being that they're kind of fundamentally necessary pieces of equipment in a kitchen. Liquid nitrogen, however, is not … and while I see your point/logic re: the utility of liquid nitrogen for blast-chilling — particularly handy when, as is frequently the…

::golf claps for Laika::

What they need to do is combine Intervention with Hoarders. Like have interventions for people who are hoarding their drugs or something. "Don't hoard those drugs, Jimmy — drugs are for sharing with the people you love!"

Top Chef: The Culinarily Overused List
"Carpaccio" made from things other than beef
Puree of anything
Chemistry-set cooking ("Hey, look! It's a tank of liquid nitrogen! How novel and cool!")
It-gredients (Shiso, yuzu, beer powder, monkey smegma, etc.)

Ha ha awesome. My wife was like, "And Tom Colicchio as Morpheus." And then I was all like, "Nah, Morpheus's sunglasses were never that crooked. Or at all."

@Sister Mary, waaaay back at the start of this thread: Quantrell Bishop. If you gotta get beaten up, get beaten up by a linebacker.

The throat tattoo and excessively-stretched ears didn't bother me; I've worked in lots of kitchens in a former life and trust me, there's worse. But stuffing a perfectly good poblano with seitan? Unfuckingforgivable. Even more unforgivable was that the breading was flaking off it in huge chunks. If you don't know…

Hideth not thine ice under a bushel, but display it thus on a chain of two cubits' length about thy neck.

Yea, the more punks thou smokest, the bigger shall thy rep become.

I just want to highlight the fact that YourName "like[s] [his] obama [sic] head solid."

He sells cartoon balloons in town, names his child Jesus, and hangs out in a garage (UK pronunciation, please) by the motorway. Probably he huffs helium constantly; I extrapolate that from the disclosure that he "slowly dies" (well, probably from a combination of helium poisoning and ennui). Sounds like a pretty rad…

Otto, Lupin, Lincoln, Pig, and No Use, I love you all. But not that way. No, really … no, the other way. Yeah. That one.

Man in a Box
The one Alice in Chains song Elton John would never cover.

Diabeetus's name and avatar combo FTW. I love how angry Wilford Brimley gets in those commercials as he's exhorting me not to fuck around with diabetes, because that shit is serious and IT'S MY LIFE. So, so awesome.

So Dick, when does The Manchurian Catamite hit DVD? 'Cause I might just have to redbox that bad boy.

The Milk Gallon Challenge was unreal. Especially when Puke Kid's endless stream of white vomit started to turn pink until it got to the point that he looked like he was puking straight Pepto Bismol, then he managed to gasp out "I forgot to mention that my stomach lining bleeds sometimes."

Margaritas: I've heard that people drink them, and I think they contain salt as a major ingredient.

I so, so wanted to like The Mist. The short story is classic and Darabont did the seemingly impossible with Shawshank when he turned a King story into a not-instantly-flushable flick (the other exception to the rule being, of course, Stand By Me). So my hopes were high. But goddamn the effects, THE EFFECTS, oh…

You guys are way too cocky.