Oh, McRib. You are one saucy bitch.
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
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Friday, 14 May 2010
But a rack of risotto? Basmati boobs? Don't even get me started on sticky rice.
Has anyone ever seen an instance where fashion meets foodstuffs and the result is better than when they were separate?
This is bad news. Rice is high in carbohydrates, and my triglycerides are bad enough without bobbing for breasts.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go water the garden.
Pant a garden...in your bra
Image via Kitamura/Getty
Tuesday, 11 May 2010
Thursday, 6 May 2010
Monday, 3 May 2010
Even though I've been known to chow an insane burger or two in my lifetime, I wouldn't even attempt this monstrous garbage burger. My cardiologist supports that decision.
Serious Eats
Serious Eats
Sunday, 2 May 2010
Friday, 30 April 2010
AriZona Iced Tea would like you to know that they're based in New York, thank you very much, so when you're looking to punish the jackholes that are behind the "May I see your papers, please?" immigration legislation, leave AriZona out of it.
You are permitted to enjoy a refreshing AriZona Iced Tea while protesting, which I would find deliciously ironic.
Apparently George Lopez used AriZona Iced Tea in a joke, and for the first time ever, people though something Lopez said was actually funny enough to share with friends. What with Twitter and everything, the humor spread like an Arizona wild fire, much to the dismay of AriZona Iced Tea, who felt the need to issue a press release to tell the world they're from Long Island, dammit.
There are other companies based in Arizona that are fair game, though. U-Haul, Cold Stone Creamery, PF Chang's - a partial list is located here.
As far as AriZona Iced Tea, try the ginseng tea. It'll give you something from which to hang your protest banner.
Image via Wikimedia Commons
Apparently George Lopez used AriZona Iced Tea in a joke, and for the first time ever, people though something Lopez said was actually funny enough to share with friends. What with Twitter and everything, the humor spread like an Arizona wild fire, much to the dismay of AriZona Iced Tea, who felt the need to issue a press release to tell the world they're from Long Island, dammit.
There are other companies based in Arizona that are fair game, though. U-Haul, Cold Stone Creamery, PF Chang's - a partial list is located here.
As far as AriZona Iced Tea, try the ginseng tea. It'll give you something from which to hang your protest banner.
Image via Wikimedia Commons
Thursday, 29 April 2010
Wednesday, 28 April 2010
Hi. I'm the Skeptimist, and I have an unhealthy relationship with Bob Evans sausage gravy.
This doesn't help.
I may put one of these in my car.
Via Geekologie
This doesn't help.
I may put one of these in my car.
Via Geekologie
Tuesday, 27 April 2010
With all the outrage (real and faux) over the KFC Double Down, let's see where the typical American lunch offering falls within the chart of shame.
I'm actually in pretty good shape, relatively speaking. The only two death-wiches on the list that I eat regularly are the Chick-Fil-A chicken sammich and the Wendy's Spicy Chicken (which I get with lettuce and onion only).
I'm suddenly more confident that I'll survive at least until the end of the month.
Via Geekologie
I'm actually in pretty good shape, relatively speaking. The only two death-wiches on the list that I eat regularly are the Chick-Fil-A chicken sammich and the Wendy's Spicy Chicken (which I get with lettuce and onion only).
I'm suddenly more confident that I'll survive at least until the end of the month.
Via Geekologie
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
Mrs. Skeptimist had late meetings today, and the little Skeptimist and I hadn't terrorized our city with a 'boys night out' for awhile, so I let him choose the locale.
Burger King. Gahhhh.
We're trying to pack the calories into him right now, so it was a good choice for a frenetic nine year old. For a middle-aged dude watching his diet, it was like being eviscerated by a muskrat.
I sampled the Steakhouse XT™ Burger, since I had previously partaken of other BK offerings and found them all wanting. Wanting flavor. Wanting subtlety. Wanting to look something like the sandwiches we see on the TV box.
Let's see if I can find the correct words to describe the XT: a char-grilled slop-turd between two corn-dusted bathroom sponges. Yeah, that works.
The XT was thick in the way lead ingots are thick. Dense and impenetrable, like an NHL hockey puck that's been flame-teased and slathered with a runny ketchup-mayo glop that was in a race to soppy with the irriguous tomato slices.
Lettuce coated the top like a veggie-tarpaulin, its sole purpose seemingly to act as a moisture barrier to prevent the bun lid from disintegrating while I gnawed on the beef-biscuit.
It was not good.
How the hell can people line up for this detritus, day after day? It's 770 calories, 1380 mg of sodium, and 46 grams of fat, just for the fucking sandwich. That's more than half my salt and fat allowance for an entire day, not to mention over 1/3 of my calorie budget. If I was Lewis Black, I would now scream, "And it tastes like shit!"
I love my son, so the next time we go out, it's gonna be something a little more healthy. Like the dumpster behind the pet store.
The King has that peculiar facial expression because he just finished his meal and immediately shat his tights.
Burger King. Gahhhh.
We're trying to pack the calories into him right now, so it was a good choice for a frenetic nine year old. For a middle-aged dude watching his diet, it was like being eviscerated by a muskrat.
I sampled the Steakhouse XT™ Burger, since I had previously partaken of other BK offerings and found them all wanting. Wanting flavor. Wanting subtlety. Wanting to look something like the sandwiches we see on the TV box.
Let's see if I can find the correct words to describe the XT: a char-grilled slop-turd between two corn-dusted bathroom sponges. Yeah, that works.
The XT was thick in the way lead ingots are thick. Dense and impenetrable, like an NHL hockey puck that's been flame-teased and slathered with a runny ketchup-mayo glop that was in a race to soppy with the irriguous tomato slices.
Lettuce coated the top like a veggie-tarpaulin, its sole purpose seemingly to act as a moisture barrier to prevent the bun lid from disintegrating while I gnawed on the beef-biscuit.
How the hell can people line up for this detritus, day after day? It's 770 calories, 1380 mg of sodium, and 46 grams of fat, just for the fucking sandwich. That's more than half my salt and fat allowance for an entire day, not to mention over 1/3 of my calorie budget. If I was Lewis Black, I would now scream, "And it tastes like shit!"
I love my son, so the next time we go out, it's gonna be something a little more healthy. Like the dumpster behind the pet store.
The King has that peculiar facial expression because he just finished his meal and immediately shat his tights.
Wednesday, 14 April 2010
fonduta Italian (Piedmontese); dish made from Fontina cheese and truffles.
Why do I get the feeling that the Olive Garden version lacks a certain...truffeliciousness?
Image via flickr
Thursday, 8 April 2010
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