So Sharon* went shopping, and picked up a parsnip.
Or maybe it’s two, I’m not sure.
It’s weird, and I think it looks like a contortionist with wide child bearing hips.
In any case, consider this a vegetable Rorschach, and leave your comments below.
Click the image for the full size.
*Love of my life, light of the cosmos, she who must be obeyed, my wife.
The They Who Must Not Be Named list, of course.
You see, some of the people who appear to be worthless are actually talented.
Charlie Sheen is a really funny guy, as this sketch shows, and I’m not sure if he’s crazy or not, because, unlike Bill Frist and Charles Krauthammer, I don’t do diagnoses long distance, but it seems to me that even if he is a bit nuts, he is less nuts than he appears.
In any case, this video is hysterically funny, and the butt of Charlie Sheen’s jokes is one Charlie Sheen.
So he has been removed from the list.
You have to beat this:
The folks at Epic Meal Time beat the “deep fried cheese steak, wrapped in bacon” from the seminal cartoon Megas XLR.
Reality trumps cartoons, this is wicked cool.
In any case, you have just over a week to come up with something even more (dare I say it?) epic for your Superbowl party.
Get to work, and post it on Youtube, and send me the link.
Otherwise, she would have bludgeoned me to death with my own left arm years ago.
Case in point: I was going to bed last night, and my wife smelled something on my breath, and asked, “What were you just eating?”
I replied, “Dulche De Leche Girl Scout cookies ……… but you know something? I don’t think that they taste like they are made with real Girl Scouts.”
She glanced up, and asked, “Have you ever eaten a girl scout?”†
My response was, “I’ve earned my share of Brownie points.“
If I had married a sane woman, I would be dead now, and no jury in the world would convict her.
*Love of my life, light of the cosmos, she who must be obeyed, my wife.
†Bless her soul, but double entendres were never her long or her strong suit.
When did cooking become an exercise in meaningless artery plugging macho?
Not entirely SFW.
If you are doing Chinese stir fry, and you cannot find bamboo shoots at the store, hearts of palm is an almost perfect substitute.
The repeal of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell was signed into law, the Senate passed the START arms control treaty, and a new food safety bill that gives the FDA the power to order recalls passed the house and is heading to the President’s desk.
I still don’t see any gazillion dimensional chess here, but it’s a good day.
BTW, since the bill gives the military fairly broad discretion in how the ban is phased in, I would take even money that separations from the military will be continuing into 2012, because Obama won’t push the military on this.
We got off the Jersey Turnpike while driving up to my Mother-In-Law’s in New York, and we found the Westhampton Family Diner,1857 Route 541 South, Westhampton, NJ 08060 (609)265-7065.
It is off of exit 5.
It had very nice food, both diner style, and some other cuisines.
I had a very nice Kibab over Rice Pilaf.
Large portions, good food, and friendly service.
Never doubt the ability of Democrats to completely f%$# up the basic business of government. Remember the food safety bill that the Senate recently passed? Well it’s <a href=” />unconstitutional because it is a revenue bill that originated in the Senate, when the Constitution explicitly requires all revenue bills to originate in the house:
In what amounts to an epic constitutionality #fail, Senate Democrats may have blown their chances to see their food safety bill signed into law.
The U.S. constitution requires that any revenue-raising bill must originate in the House of Representatives. To honor this provision, the Senate often finds a discarded old House bill, strips it bare, and uses it as a “shell” and passes it back to the House.
They somehow forgot to do that this time.
Now House and Senate Democratic leaders are scrambling to figure out some procedural hocus-pocus that will allow them each to pass identical pieces of legislation before they leave for the holidays.
So our choice today is between the forces of evil and the gang that can’t shoot straight.
A turkey singing, “I will survive.”
Did I mention that it was illustrated?
It is a very funny essay on what happens when a child is separated from cake.
Taking candy from a baby, my ass.
Go read, it is brilliant, at least it is if you have children.
Damned if I know:
The corn syrup industry has applied to the FDA to be able to call its high fructose corn syrup “corn sugar”:
The Corn Refiners Association, which represents firms that make the syrup, has been trying to improve the image of the much maligned sweetener with ad campaigns promoting it as a natural ingredient made from corn. Now, the group has petitioned the United States Food and Drug Administration to start calling the ingredient “corn sugar,” arguing that a name change is the only way to clear up consumer confusion about the product.
I have seen other similar things, the rebranding of prunes as dried plums, for example, but in the case of corn syrup, where we have an an industry producing a product that produces a product that generates significant about its safety, as opposed to a product like prunes whose use as a regularity aid has made it the butt† of jokes.
I don’t approve, but I do not see a place to comment on the FDA’s web site.
*Yes, I am aware that the Mythbusters did in fact polish turds using a Japanese technique called Dorodango, but we are referring to the cliche, not reality.
†Pun not intended.
Case in point, it reduced greenhouse emissions from the digestive tracts of ruminants, like cows and sheep:
Curry spices could hold the key to reducing the enormous greenhouse gas emissions given off by grazing animals such as sheep, cows and goats, scientists have claimed.
Research carried out at Newcastle University has found that coriander and turmeric – spices traditionally used to flavour curries – can reduce by up to 40 per cent the amount of methane that is produced by bacteria in a sheep’s stomach and then emitted into the atmosphere when the animal burps.
Working rather like an anti-biotic, the spices were found to kill the methane-producing “bad” bacteria in the animal’s gut while allowing the “good” bacteria to flourish. The findings are part of an ongoing study led by Dr Abdul Shakoor Chaudhry at Newcastle University.
It also means that when you have lamb or beef curry, it’s already marinated.
Shalom Rubashkin, the former owner of the Agriprocessors kosher slaughterhouse, has received a 27-year sentence.
There are a lot of people who will consider the sentence excessive; it is more that people like Ken Lay and Jeff Skilling got, but Lay and Skilling, while crooks, never put children to work on the line of a meat packing plant, and Mr. Rubashkin did.
This an April fools gag
This is someone doing WAY too many drugs.
ThinkGeek gets what they call, their best cease & desist letter ever, from the National Pork Board telling them that they are violating their trademark by describing Unicorn meat as, “The other white meat,” for which ThinkGeek, tongue planted firmly in cheek, apologizes:
“It was never our intention to cause a national crisis and misguide American citizens regarding the differences between the pig and the unicorn,” said Scott Kauffman, President and CEO of Geeknet. “In fact, ThinkGeek’s canned unicorn meat is sparkly, a bit red, and not approved by any government entity.”
Heh.
His hair looks better in person
My wife and I had finished dropping the kids off at school following Natalie’s Bat Mitzvah rehearsal, the ceremony is this Saturday, and we stopped at Java Mamas.*
As we pulled up, there were people getting out of a couple of black SUVs, and I looked over, and said something like, “Would you look at that!”
It was former Maryland governor, and current candidate for governor, Bob Ehrlich.
My wife replied, “Matthew, behave!“
I behaved, but I snapped the shot. He’s the one in the shades.
They weren’t politicking, they were just getting coffee, and I didn’t say anything.
It’s not a great pic, though I think that it’s about as good a photo as I am likely to take with my cell phone.
He’s a little bit grayer than I recall from his last official photo, but that was almost 4 years ago.
I did not stay around, my wife and I had errands, so I cannot speak to tipping, though they did queue up politely and wait their turns.
I don’t approve of his politics, but I do approve of his taste in coffee.
*Good coffee and light fare like sandwiches and salad at Java Mama’s, 324 Main Street Reisterstown, MD 21136-1951 (410)833-8100.
Which is fresh
And which is a year old
Nonna Joann investigates.
She actually blogged the developments, or lack thereof, over a 1 year period.
I have to agree with her, food is supposed to decompose after being outside for a year.
It’s Purim, and I am not yet drunk enough to satisfy the Rabbis, so it’s time for some more alcohol, or as I like to call it, “Bourbon Renewal.”
*According to the Talmud, a person is required to drink until he cannot tell the difference between ‘cursed be Haman’ and ‘blessed be Mordecai,’ though opinions differ as to exactly how drunk that is. A person certainly should not become so drunk that he might violate other commandments or get seriously ill. In addition, recovering alcoholics or others who might suffer serious harm from alcohol are exempt from this obligation.