Me: Dear god, this is even better than eating a woman.
Himself: It depends on how you'd prepare one.
... But if you don't like pork, you probably wouldn't like it.
Me: I didn't mean eating in a cannibalistic way.
Himself: I know, but I just thought of that and I liked the rather elaborate bit of pun.
Every time I catch Barbeque U on Sunday afternoons here, I wonder how such an effeminate man managed to land a show hosted from The Greenbrier resort in West Virginia. It's a good show for learning grill basics, but today I wanted to smack Raichlen's knuckles when I saw him layering white cheddar and sliced tomatoes as the main ingredients in a grilled quesadilla. If there is an afterlife, I am going to cover him with Monterey Jack and queso fresco until he cries uncle.
Today's episode of Julia and Jacques Cooking at Home on fruit desserts made me wish I'd taped it so I could later sample them saying "whip it", "crap" (how she pronounces crepe), and a really off-color sounding exchange about how he could crack the eggs and she'd grab them. I thought of the Monty Python line about the ridiculous [French] accent every time Jacques Pepin spoke, but I'm sure that's just because I've watched entirely too much British comedy.
The All Things Considered story this afternoon on the Rare Book School at UVA made me swoon with delight. Those of you who share my obsession with old paper and books would probably get a kick out of listening to the segment online.
Had a very enjoyable visit yesterday with
Last but not least, a happy belated birthday to