Erstwhite Cantabridgian and current lady the cinetrix pointed out w/r/t the Ivy League Sausage Fest that the absence of talented and female chefs within an easy bike ride of Harvard Square likely explains the bro-ed out nature of the hang at Harvard. Perhaps at least Harold McGee can explain the science behind why ladies can't emulsify if they are menstruating.
Understandably, very few of you were willing to conjure up the spectacle of a maelstrom of incest and scatology presided over by Chris Kimball. Except for The Starter Wife's gesture in the direction of imagining The Aristocrats as told in the style of that annoying letter at the start of each issue:
Please send your snailmail, Ms. Wife!
Only if it means you will send me the finest of mushrooms grown in Kimball's manure.
Posted by: TheStarterWife | Friday, 10 September 2010 at 01:11 AM
It's getting deeper.
Posted by: Marco | Friday, 10 September 2010 at 08:56 AM
Understated, elegant, brilliant. My hat is off.
Posted by: Rose's Lime | Saturday, 11 September 2010 at 10:05 PM
Hua hua his career to listen to the people, his value must be hair immaterial. The man is often hard to talk, they showed great undertakings of their great, but in the planning of the major cause, they are silent.
Posted by: Nike Shox Rivalry | Wednesday, 15 September 2010 at 12:06 AM