I just saw something on my Instagram feed that triggered a brand of fury that makes Larry David look like a reasonable, well-coiffed, beacon of tolerance. A reputable food brand (name protected for fear of further ridicule) had the audacity to call a pesto pasta cacio e pepe. I know. I nearly smashed my own iPhone screen out of pure contempt, y’all. I couldn’t understand how this misstep got past the copious caption editing that I’m sure takes place on social media and ended up in my face, mocking everything I hold near and dear.
Good morning, good lookins! I’m back from a lovely, sunny weekend in London, and I’m happy to report that, despite my best efforts, there are still adequate food supplies for the locals. It wasn’t for lack of trying, though. If there was a food that delighted my orifices in some way, I was like, “Get in there, you. Let’s stop playing these games with one another.” And the food mostly complied with my desires. There were times when things got messy, for I am forever a clumsy child holding a large ice cream cone leaning in for the lick as it catapults toward the concrete. That is my lot in life.
Happy Tuesday you stunner you! I’m just back from a lovely long weekend in Budapest, Hungary, which we all know is famous for paprika, inspiring a catchy When Harry Met Sally one liner, and for kicking England’s ass at water polo in the 2012 Olympics. I mean, honestly, did they have to humiliate the home team like that? Seemed gratuitous to me.
Alright, judge if you must, but when it’s hump day my mind goes toward one thing – Asian food. I know it’s a catch-all term, but I am a huge fan of anything of the Asian persuasion. As in, my tastebuds are begging to, like, bone some Asian food to get over the midweek slump. Does that make sense? Whatever, you’re the perv 😉
I know I’ve said it once before, but the street food in London has gotten SO GOOD. I mean, ridiculous. I lived in London from mid-2012 until early 2014, and I can say with full confidence that the food market scene was nothing compared to how it’s evolved.
Happy pre-Friday y’all! How very astute of you to recognise that my title is a complete rip-off from season two of “My dad wrote a porno!” Imitation is the sincerest form of plagiarism, isn’t it? If you didn’t get my reference, definitely get on and listen to that podcast. It’s pure adulterated joy 😉
Can we take a moment to take about the Vegas of the south? This swampy haven of vibrant colors, mind blowing eats, brain bending brass (say that 10 times fast) and haunting originality is one of my favorite cities in the whole damn world. It’s so nice I’ve visited twice in the past two years, and I’m tempted to make that a lucky thrice.