The next time you head down to Tampa or Gainsville, keep this in mind: You do not want to mess with a Florida woman’s food or alcohol supply. Case in point, 51-year-old Kari Dangler, of Monroe County, Florida, pulled a handgun on her roommate after her vodka bottle went missing. Dangler’s male roommate hid the bottle of vodka from her, presumably because she was drunk (and prone to brandishing weapons in her inebriated state). When cops confronted her about the incident, she claimed she had only taken out the gun to clean it. Uh huh. She was charged with aggravated assault. But she’s not the only Florida woman to freak over her food or drink… Keep reading »
It’s rare that we get to see those notoriously ever-so-stuffy fashion people looking at ease in their natural habitats, but if anyone’s going to maintain their cool in front of a camera, it’s probably going to be Grace Coddington. The longtime Vogue creative director invited Elettra Wiedemann into her kitchen to cook (potatoes gratin and steak wrapped in fat) for the latest installment of Elettra’s cooking series for the illustrious publication. In trademark deadpan fashion, Grace is the first to comment on the irony of her creamy meat ‘n’ potatoes meal, noting that “it’s a dish that any Vogue person really shouldn’t be making” — but neither she nor Wiedemann seem particularly flustered as they slather potatoes in a pint of heavy cream. The true selling point of this video is the all-too-brief cameo made by Coddington’s very cute, very fluffy Persian cat, Bart, as he oversees the cooking operation. [NYMag.com]
Looks like this guy wasn’t using his noodle.
Randy Zipperer, 49, is accused of stabbing his younger brother following an argument about missing macaroni and cheese.
A witness told deputies in Volusia County, Fla. that Randy and his brother, 47-year-old Edward Zipperer, started arguing over Randy’s missing macaroni and cheese, the Daytona Beach News-Journal reported. His younger brother helped him look, but during the mac-hunt, Edward knocked over a beer Randy had been drinking.
The spill allegedly made Randy even angrier, and deputies say he began waving around a knife that wound up inserted in his brother’s stomach. Read more on Huffington Post…
Stage 1: Skepticism. You sit down at what’s supposedly the best deep dish pizza restaurant in all of Chicago and think to yourself, There’s no way I’ll like this better than New York pizza. I like my crust thin. I like to be able to fold my slice in half and eat it while I text and Instagram and walk the dog. What the hell does Chicago know about pizza that New York doesn’t? And then you sit and wait until your pizza arrives. It takes a good 30 minutes, and you don’t care how friendly the waiter is (FINE, the people in Chicago are nicer), no pizza is worth waiting more than half an hour for. You have other things to do. Like, try Italian beef. What are they doing back there, making the crust a quarter of a millimeter at a time?
Stage 2: Playing it cool. The pizzas arrive, piping hot and smelling better than bacon on New Year’s morning and you have an automatic salivary response. Your stomach churls and lurches, but your face shows none of it. Smell isn’t everything. You are going to reserve your enthusiasm for the first bite.
Stage 3: Loss of decorum. Despite your resolve not to like this bastard form of pizza, you’ve bitten down on a slice of pillowy, saucy, crunchy deep dish cheese with pepperoni, and you’re experiencing a mini-blackout. All of your pleasure centers are responding at once. You are floating through cloud crusts, sailing through a pepperoni sea. You are lulled to sleep on a bed of sauce and tucked into a blanket of mozzarella. And no pain or harm can come to you. Now or ever again. The world is not such a bad place after all as long as deep dish pizza stays in your mouth forever. You don’t care if it’s all over your face. You don’t care if you’ve brought the plate up to your face and you are licking it. You are alone with the pizza. Just you and the pizza for eternity. Keep reading »
It’s National Donut Day, and you know what that means? Free donuts for everyone! If you play your cards right, you can actually eat nothing but donuts today and not spend a dime. I mean, you’ll probably feel really sick by the end of the day, but still! Worth it! Here’s where to go to score some free sweets… Keep reading »
In many parts of the country, it’s the sweetest time of year: strawberry season! Nick and I have been taking advantage of the super short Tennessee strawberry season (I think it ends, like, tomorrow) by whipping up big batches of strawberry jam, scones, and cookies. Looking for some delicious new ways to use your berry bounty? Click on the gallery for 10 strawberry recipes — from cupcakes to salads to popsicles — guaranteed to make your summer snacking little sweeter!