I was all ready to post up on the Indian summer pasta I improvised last night, and the fancy knife I did it with. But then I check my bookmarks and see that two of the most irritating forces in my world have converged: a) Duke University and b) Molecular Gastronomy, forming like a big old Voltron of pissing the Cod off. I literally could not bear to read the article, but if there are readers made of sterner stuff than the Cod, this space would welcome confirmation of my intuition about the article.
*Guiteau Monday will be a new feature here -- Charles Guiteau, you will remember, shot Garfield.
Update: The Gurgling Cod has a long-standing policy of ignoring competitive eating, which we will bend long enough to say: Grits? 21 pounds? That's just awful.
OMG. This little douche caused my co-editor and I to lose a half day's work feeling angry. I thought it couldn't get worse than the Wesleyan fashion spread, and then BAM! Also, I like WD-50 too, Bryan-with-a-Y Zupon. Welcome to 2002.
Posted by: Ulrike Meinhof | Monday, 01 October 2007 at 04:25 PM