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Apparently, some Canadians love pork so much they would take it over sex. Just in case they want to combine the two, J&D Foods created bacon condoms. Say what, now? Seriously, I don’t know who’s worse here: Canada or J&D Foods? I’m going with Canada. (Huffington Post)
The McRib is back! You want some? If you said ‘yes’, click here and then rethink your answer. (Huffington Post)
Last weekend, the owner of a bakery got married and made her own wedding cake. The catch? It was the perfect rendition of her and her husband’s decapitated heads. Kinda cool. Save the bloody neck wound for me! (Huffington Post)
Recently, a British family bought some bananas only to find they were home to a group of Brazilian Wandering Spiders. According to the Guinness Book of World Records they are the most venomous type of spider. Say what now? When that family went grocery shopping they were looking for potassium, not the afterlife. (Huffington Post)
I’d love to make Timpano a la ‘Big Night’, but it seems like the most arduous task. Let’s say I put in the work and make it happen. Does that mean Stanley Tucci and Tony Shaloub will show up at my house? If only… (Food52)
Feeling a bit lazy so it’s time for leftovers. Who’s in for some chicken and broccoli? Until we meet again, my friends.
Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education. Mark Twain
On this glorious night we watch scary movies and consume ridiculous amounts of candy. I love it. Unfortunately, a North Dakota woman doesn’t feel the same. Apparently, she’ll be giving out ‘fat letters‘ to kids she deems ‘moderately obese’ this year. What the what? Way to pile on the shame, lady bitch. Can you guess how the kids are going to deal with that? Yeah, they’ll still be stuffing their faces with Halloween candy, but now it’ll be for all the wrong reasons. Well done. (Huffington Post)
There’s a possibility that a Sriracha shortage is forthcoming in America. Apparently, the factory that makes it emits pungent fumes, which burns the throats and eyes of the townsfolk of Irwindale. The city is trying to shut the factory down. When I read about it I almost cried, then ran to the kitchen to check my current stash. I mean…I don’t want these people to suffer, but…how about you guys take one for the team? (Huffington Post)
Why didn’t I know about this earlier? I should be ashamed of myself, as chocolate and I have been BFFs for ages. Not to worry, there are plenty of great chocolate recipes out there for me and you. So, get ready to gorge yourselves.
It’s time for another All Things Thursday! It’s been a full week and I have plenty to share.
Let’s see. How shall I put this? Ladies and gentleman, I present to you…’fart-free draws’. Well, that’s not what they’re called but that’s what they do. Apparently, there’s a British company that makes underwear that comes with a funk filter. Yes, you read that correctly. They’re called Shreddies, underwear which is made of chemical warfare suit technology. So…you can fart up a storm and none will be the wiser. Well, then…it’s good to see warfare technology battle our most important threat…gas.
Scientists in Argentina have found a way to harness natural gas from cow burps. You know, for when we have a serious energy crisis. Um…ok. Seriously, can somebody tell me why there’s so much news about ‘gas’?
Currently, I’m working on a pumpkin shortbread cookie, which is awesome if you want something with a nice crunch. Although, most of the time I want a soft cookie that I can really sink my teeth into: Soft Glazed Pumpkin Sugar Cookie. (Lauren’s Latest)
Not sure why I haven’t posted about this Pumpkin Bread. I’ve been eating it every day for breakfast for the last week. Seriously, just make it. (Alexandra’s Kitchen)
Feeling pretty good, y’all. Fall is finally here (re: thank goodness) and I couldn’t keep myself from playing hookie today. I’ve got cool weather, hot tea and Jack Skellington slippers on my feet. Color me thankful for the little things in life.
Have a great weekend!
P.S. If you can, check out Wait Until Dark at the Geffen Playhouse. I enjoyed watching it live, but nobody’s as scary as Alan Arkin playing the role of Roat. The show runs until November 17th.
My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four. Unless there are three other people. Orson Welles