Category Archives: Food

Don’t Be Stupid, Particularly About Food

The mighty El Gray just brought this commercial to my attention. I suppose it was bound to happen, that some huge conglomerate would hire an ad agency to put a better spin on their product, but I have to admit to being a little taken aback by their approach: Get it? You’re just so gullible,

Chocolate Covered Bacon

Chocolate Covered Bacon, originally uploaded by grabbingsand. Update: Perhaps I should explain. The bacon was created by the brilliant Sally (of Dan and Sally fame) and shared with us last night after a sustaining bowl of Indian carrot soup with flatbread. Now, the obvious question is this: Was it good? I’m going to say “Yes,”

Spill Of Corporate Conscience On Aisle Five

Wal-Mart has a blog. One of the writers of this blog is a fellow named Rand. In theory, Rand has time to post on this blog because of the nature of his given title at Wal-Mart. Because Rand is a senior director at Wal-Mart, focusing on sustainability. No lie. So imagine that Rand reads both

How Not To Fry A Turkey

… and still emerge unscathed. (A photographic journey.) Created with Admarket’s flickrSLiDR. And after all that waiting, the bird was quite tasty. I’d made the joke about halfway through that unless our luck improved, we wouldn’t be eating dinner until 2008. That wasn’t quite true. We had about twenty minutes to spare, eastern standard time.

Squirrel Cake

I made an Instructable. That is all. (Unless, of course, you use said Instructable. If so, then I will have to ask for a certain percentage of your end result.)

The Breakfast of Weekend Champions

Pancakes. If anyone tells you that they don’t like pancakes, they’re a raging liar and unfit for your company, because everybody loves pancakes. The only trouble with pancakes is the preparation required to effectively produce them at home. Everyone assumes that the process is such a pain. Sure, you can go to IHOP for that

My Oatmeal Can

… kick your oatmeal’s ass. Seriously. Keep your Quaker Oats, flakey as they are. You know they’re rolled and therefore inferior. My oatmeal is so righteous that it comes in a metal can. Why? Because it is steel cut, baby. That’s right. The each individual oat grain has been ninja-sliced into perfect little vectors of