My cats really enjoyed the box the food came in. The food itself, not so much.
My cats really enjoyed the box the food came in. The food itself, not so much.
Congrats, today’s update says you nailed it.
Classic “I’m not [whatever] but...” line.
All the fanciest dijon ketchups, as Barenaked Ladies would say.
He is an everyman clearly! Look how he likes his everyman condiments, such as dry aged truffle buttermilk saffron ‘ranch’!
Whenever someone calls me a snob, I don’t get it. I mean, I like ranch! But not that shitty ranch you eat. Fancy ranch that is actually good.
You could have just written a perfectly serviceable article without the rampant snobbery, but nooooo....
I miss when cartoons would reference stuff that kids had no right to get.
Every time he would “improve” some regional dish on Beat Bobby Flay by adding more chilies, I’d get angry. Not everything needs heat.
The one thing I will say in support of Flay’s shows is that they were at least about cooking. So much of Food Network programming anymore is stupid cooking competition shows. I’m not at all interested in seeing anymore holiday cupcakes, thank you.
He is leaving to spend more time with Giada de Laurentiis’ family.
No loss as far as I’m concerned.
I’ll be honest, that moment seriously damaged my opinion of him. It also didn’t help that frankly he wasn’t capable of producing in that environment and spent most of both matches whining. The rest of his Food Network output just solidified the opinions.
Disappointing to learn “Beat Bobby Flay” was a cooking a competition and not people beating Bobby with wiffle ball bats.
I wonder if he wanted Guy Fieri money and Food Network told him to kick rocks.
My girlfriend hasn’t liked Bobby Flay since he jumped up onto his cutting board on the original Iron Chef. I’ve told her it’s a long time to hold a grudge, but, well, she’s pretty stubborn.
Especially since, in the original novella, Pinhead’s androgynous and speaks with a feminine voice.
I fondly look forward to all the white dudes recording videos of themselves driving their pickup trucks and yelling about how Girl Pinhead is ruining American society or something.
Trust in journalism’s understanding of scientific process erodes further with inability to distinguish marketing stunt from study.
In this timeline not so sure that’s shorter and better aren’t synonymous. At least you get to pick your poison, which in this case is fried cheese.