To be absolutely honest with you, this “blog” was born as I was watching that one film with Meryl Streep and some other bird in it; “Julie and Julia”. This whole “blog” thing seemed like a grand idea so my mind was set… I was going to start a “blog”. But first, I needed to find out exactly what a “blog” was.
After a little research my mad detective skills (and junior detective’s kit) helped me deduce that it was some kind of platform where people just put up whatever the fuck they wanted and somewhere out there in the inter web super cosmos, amongst the billions of virtual stars, there would be at least one person who found it interesting.
Although it was a concept that was as foreign as sex with some one other than himself for a teenage boy, I liked the odds… so I was in…
There was no chance on this good green earth that we live on that I was not going to be writing about food. Food is “my thing” through and through. I’m up in the morning (that is not a euphamism… although, maybe it is) thinking about food. I go to work and cook food for people all day. I come home and cook dinner for family and friends. I cook some more on my days off. Sure I do other things… but I just can’t remember what they are right now.
So I have set out with the express purpose of turning your kitchen nightmares (yes, I’m looking at you) into sweet, sweet dreams of unicorns and rainbows and waterfalls made of lemonade.
I have not the time to do this all on my lonesome so I have enlisted the the help of my long time friend, mentor, compatriot and friend (yeah, friend twice OK? K), Pauly from the segment known as “Paul’s Caul” in my quest to help you eat simply but well, or learn how to entertain something more than just the thought of cooking for a pretty girl, or how to prepare a feast for a horde of travelling carnie folk and also with the additional by-lines of enjoying a little drinky and plenty of belly laughs on the journey… also, there will be plenty of language previously reserved for use exclusively by the salty old sea dog… and grammar will be at a bare minimum. But, if you think you can handle that, we’re here for you. A metaphorical crutch for the metaphorical gimpy leg that is you floundering about in the actual kitchen.
Believe me when I tell you this is possibly the most sense you will find anywhere on this blog…
Let’s do this shit!