The Red Sox have thankfully not replayed 1978 and have won their first AL East title in a good long time. This wonderful news, as my other teams have had nice but ultimately unfulfilled championship runs (first the Suns get fucked by Tim Donaghy, then the Mighty Timbers get fucked by a quartet of Smurfs).
The Sox have a great team and some young talent that have Sox Nation excited about the future, not the least of which is Clay Buckholdz, who pitched a no hitter in his SECOND START EVER. fuckin’ rad.
to bring this all around to the whole ‘food’ part of this here ‘foodblog’, i give you: Cooking with Big Papi
“If it ain’t got no Flava, don’t come into my kitchen!!” –Big Papi
for the good of the 2008 postseason, please Papi, don’t mix the uncooked veg and uncooked meat together. do it for little timmy and Red Sox Nation!!!
I get hurt. A lot. I’m decrepit considering my age, with bum joints, scars aplenty and numb skin from errors long past and recent.
I also work in a kitchen. Thus, as one can imagine, I’m slapping on a bandage and a finger condom more often than I’d like. What’s interesting, or perhaps just fucking strange, is that I never cut myself with a knife. I think it’s my body’s supreme desire to be esoteric in all ways: if i’m going to get injured, It’s going to be interesting. The major culprit? the Dishwasher. no, I’m not getting repeatedly attacked by a slightly slow, fould tempered, mullet sporting 80s throwback named Billy Jim (not at this job, at least), I’m losing knuckles to sharp edges on our Jackson. Right now I have matching wounds on each of my thumbs. all 5 of them. Mirror images. phooey.
Forgive me folks, this is barely food related, and I doubt any of the frequent visitors to this site will care a lick about this post, but…
I swore off the NBA after the Suns clearly demonstrated that the NBA was not only fixed, but fixed by idiots. Yet, here I am, on my day off, waiting for the NBA draft to start. I’m about to lose a $5 bet with a dear friend, but she doesn’t read this, so perhaps I can save my scant dollars until she presses the issue.
new discoveries I’d like to share with the internet:
Uno: Adding pictures of Christiano Ronaldo to your blog will mak your visits spike on Manchester United match days. Tagging the photos with Ronaldo el Guapo will ensure the spike comes from spanish speaking countries only.
Zwei: There is a certain segment of the American population that will eat anything if you tell them it is good for them. This segment is larger than you think, and apparently, quite wealthy. Said segment is still smaller than the group who will eat anything if you tell them it’s free, and quite a bit smaller than the group that will eat anything you tell them is made of Pork.
Theen: Nu Cafe (621 SE Morrison):
I haven’t been yet. The hours make me think it’s a one man band.
Okune: El Brasero (NE corner of 12th and SE Hawthorne):
As of May 18th, they’re not yet operational. then again, it’s 9 am, so perhaps they’re simply not open yet.
Fem: David Stern has now replaced George Steinbrenner as my most hated rich talentless gringo in professional sports. WANKER!!!!
Soqta: Great weather and Timbers games make a cocktail of vicarious sports heroics unmatched eslewhere in my life.
that is all.
Oh, and there is a prize for whomever can name the source languages for my numbers (each one is different, natch) without resorting to random googlin’