I’ll go on record saying that “Leisure Suit Larry” did not fulfill the skeezy promises of the box illustration.
I’ll go on record saying that “Leisure Suit Larry” did not fulfill the skeezy promises of the box illustration.
Remember CD-ROM cooking games?
I’m not putting “Nuts of Destruction” in my mouth.
I remember that, too. I kept testing the warning... it was real.
I was there.
I became obsessed a few years back with food mascots.
First time I played Pac-Man was in a Pizza Hut. The pepperoni grease on the hand controls was epic.
How the fuck an island surrounded by some of the most abundant and best seafood in the world goes hungry...
Can’t argue there. But the bun... My lawd.
So, the bun is a big damn deal.
The hot dog hate on this post is horse shit.
As a lapsed Catholic, I can tell you nobody got opinions on Catholicism like a lapsed Catholic.
ALL EGGS ARE BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT IN THE EYES OF THE LORD.
Only a fucking hubris-filled narcissist would have cabinets with clear glass fronts. Sure, it looks like it’s easier to navigate because you can see what’s where. But this is nothing but a Crate & Barrel merch humblebrag for the OCD owner who loves showing off how everything matches and coordinates and lines up…
Came here to say this.
Julia’s book “Mastering The Art of French Cooking” came out at parallel time when the country was fascinated by French cuisine touted by the Kennedys at the White House.
Sounds like the name of bad Charlton Heston movie from the early 1970s. In my mind, he’s wearing a turtleneck and a leisure suit jacket with jeans in the middle of summer.
I loathed Brussels mostly because when I was a kid, (before microwaves), they were pretty much only available in boiling bags in which the sprouts swam in a gooey cream. It was like eating a head cold. Someone else’s.
I met Alex in 1990 in Anchorage. He and his new bride were honeymooning, but he stopped at the Alaska Zoo to see a musk ox that he had “adopted” after a question on the show made him curious. I was there as a cub reporter for the Anchorage Times (moment of silence, please).
I grew up in a household where my mom and dad drank their automatic drip with copious amounts of Coffee Rich and two teaspoons of sugar in each cup.