Never before has “MasterChef” had a proper villain like Krissi Biasiello, the single mom from Philly who admits to “having some evilness goin’ on inside.” While we don’t laud her racist tweets, we do appreciate a cooking show contestant who can fry up a batch of calamari while wearing door knocker earrings and shit-talking her competition, despite her crippling fear of heights. Krissi, we pay tribute to your unkind words (spoken with the thickest Philly accent we’ve ever heard) and the Krissi-missile, your delicious scalloped potato flowers (“pommes du Krissi”).
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Amelia sent me a link to these crazy-amazing Japanese “bread beds” this morning, and I’ve spent every second since trying to figure out how I can replace all of the furniture in my house with different plush pastries. So far I’m pretty set on swapping out my bed for a few toast cushions, the couch for a giant creamhorn, and the recliner can definitely be tossed out on the street in favor of a human-sized hamburger bun. Yep, my carb-heavy living room is finally coming together… [Laughing Squid]
Nutella is ridiculously good straight out of the jar (I’ve found it pairs particularly well with a large spoon and a terrible rom com after a bad day), but it’s even better in cookies, brownies, cheesecakes, milkshakes, muffins, and dips. Don’t believe me? Click through for 10 recipes that will have you drooling in no time!
Ladies and gentlemen, meet the macaroni and cheese martini. Unlike other strange martinis we’ve seen in the past (I’m looking at you, pho cocktail), this drink doesn’t aim to replicate the flavors of mac and cheese with various liquors and spices; it’s actually just a martini glass full of smoked cheddar macaroni and cheese that is served with a shot glass of vodka to drizzle over the top. I think it sounds delicious (like, I’m not even that big of a drinker, but I would binge drink mac and cheese if given the chance). Would you like to try it for yourself? Buy a ticket to San Diego and make a reservation at Donovan’s Steak & Chop House, where this crazy concoction is currently being served. Cheers! [Boing Boing]
The Snackopalypse is upon us, and it is going to coated with bright orange Cheeto dust. The firm behind the crunchy, cheesy snack, with its perfect mouth-feel, has developed a new varietal: Pepsi-flavored Cheetos. Now, you’re probably thinking, But Pepsi is the thing I drink when I’m at a weird diner that doesn’t serve Coke. And you’d be right. But it is also the beverage that was smart enough to partner with Cheetos on their new soda-flavored snack. Keep reading »
Damn you! You made me love you. I’ve been consciously resisting you since the late ’90s, when your chains starting popping up everywhere, putting my favorite high school coffee shop — Seattle Espresso — out of business. At first, I hated you on principle. I was young and idealistic and my favorite movie was “Reality Bites.” Then I got older and just hated you because your coffee sucks. Sorry, Jessica. Don’t get mad. I was a barista on and off in my late teens and early twenties. I know what a shot of fresh-ground, well-pressed espresso should taste like. I’m just gonna say it, Starbucks: your espresso tastes like burnt poop. (Full disclosure: I admit to, in times of extreme caffeine deprivation or desperation, drinking Starbucks. But this is only in extreme cases or when my dad takes me there because he loves your coffee.)
My half-hearted Starbucks boycott ended this weekend when I was starving and popped into one of your stores for a snack. I was thinking I would get a Kind bar to hold me over until I found something acceptable to eat and there they were staring up at me, looking all sexy, begging to be tasted. Your salad bowls. Hearty veggie and brown rice, zesty chicken and black bean and chicken and greens caesar salad bowl. Keep reading »