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Cheesecake Marbled Brownies 2014




I was four seasons into watching Game of Thrones before I finally had the nerve to admit to Michael I had no idea what the fuck was going on.

So many beards. So many heads on pikes. All the boobs and scullery maids and stone walls. None of it makes sense to me. I feel like HBO forgot to air one of the seasons and just decided to see if anyone would speak up about it.

Every so often Peter Dinklage would say something snarky, or a dragon would fly by, and for a moment I’d be back on board and really proud of myself for keeping up. But it wouldn’t be long before a man with long hair would start growling next to a fireplace about crossing some giant sea and getting revenge against some other flea-ridden Jack Black look-a-like who may or may not still have his penis, and suddenly my head would drop forward like someone yanked my cervical vertebrae right out the back of my neck.

I still have no idea how many fucking Stark children there are. I know there’s the sourpuss red head, the butch one, the paralyzed one, the half-breed. And I feel like there are two younger ones — a Bobby and Cindy Stark — stashed away someplace, deep under the roots of some thousand year old talking tree, cowering in fear because some evil warlord needs to find them and eat their livers so he can take over Gallipoli.

For me, Game of Thrones was over once and for all when the show killed off that bratty little inbred king who liked to stomp around and scream and kill people when they irritated him in the slightest. Was I the only one who liked that kid? I felt he was very relatable.

So now, Michael is in the den watching Sunday night’s episode while I make cheesecake marbled brownies for work tomorrow. I could hear the show from the kitchen, and as I dropped the pans into the oven I said to myself, “I bet pretty soon someone’s gonna be bitching about taking back Castle Black,” and sure enough I was right! I don’t even know which one Castle Black is. I looked it up once on the Game of Thrones wiki, and this is what it said: “Castle Black is one of only three mannered castles left on the Wall along with Eastwatch-by-the-Sea and The Shadow Tower. It has a sept but no Godswood. Those who are followers must travel into the Haunted Forest to take their vows before a heart tree.”   It’s like calculus for hobbit nerds.  I’m turning my Sunday nights back over to baking.  Follow me to the brownies, and leave your dire wolf at the door.

Get the Recipe for Cheesecake Marbled Brownies HERE

Double Chocolate Macadamia Nut Cookies OR “Dreams of the Unemployed”



There are certain nightmares that zero in so precisely on our fear of helplessness that even when we wake up we can’t shake ourselves free of the terror.  Some seem to be common to the human race as a whole: forgetting to study for an important test, falling out of a speeding roller coaster, murdering someone and having to live with the gnawing guilt.  Others are more random but feel just as gut wrenching.  I once had a nightmare where I was the passenger in a car being driven by Andy Dick.  We were in downtown New Delhi, and he was going out of his way to hit every water buffalo in the street.  My arms were frozen and useless at my side so I couldn’t grab the wheel from him, but I remember screaming over and over, “At least use hand signals!”  Finally, he pulled to the side of the road, ran out and jumped down a manhole.  He popped back with two bottles of 7-Up, and then proposed marriage to me.  I told my then-boyfriend Steve about the nightmare the next morning, and he didn’t give my any sympathy at all.  He just sneered and said, “Yeah, Andy Dick marries you.  That’s one way to get the world to feel sorry for him again.”

Whenever I’m unemployed, I always have the same nightmare.  I open a letter from the Electric Company and it says I owe them hundreds of thousands of dollars.  There are so many zeroes that they don’t all fit in the little printed box.  The words “Final Notice!” and “Service Discontinued!” scream at me in giant diagonal red letters.  I curl up into a ball in the corner and wail, overwhelmed with shame and guilt and the embarrassing stigma of financial failure. It happened again just last week, and I woke up in a cold sweat.  I jumped out of bed and ran to find Michael, hoping he could calm me down.

“It really freaked me out!” I told him.
“I’ll bet,” he answered.  He nodded, but just a little and it might have qualified as more of a head wobble, something that one does to recover from a sneeze.  He didn’t even look over at me.  He was tossing sunflower seeds and millet at the finches gathering around the birdbath for their breakfast in the yard.
“Could you imagine ever getting a bill like that?” I pleaded.
“Nope,” he said
“I mean… that would wipe me out completely!”
“Yes it would,” he said.  His hand continued flinging seed, unbroken in its rhythm.

It was quickly apparent that he’d heard me recount this dream one too many times in the past, and all the dramatic tricks in the world would not be enough to pry out of him any sympathy or a pep talk about how the next job was just around the corner.   But instead of surrendering, I made up additional details that hadn’t actually happened in the dream, hoping to win him over.

“And then all the numbers jumped off the page and landed on my face and started sucking it off like an octopus!”
“That’s rough.”
“I’ll say!  And I started to cry but I didn’t have any eyes left because the octopus had sucked them off, so my head filled up like a water balloon and exploded all over the living room!”

Michael sighed and finally turned and looked me straight in the eyes. “You’ve been out of work one day,” he said. “You’re not gonna go broke anytime soon.  Go inside and watch The Price is Right.”

I looked down at the finches.  They were even less concerned.  It’s difficult to admit that all the sympathy and concern God had poured into my boyfriend to sustain him for the rest of entire natural life, I had managed to completely suck out of him in the nine short years we’d been together.

Michael is much more patient than I am.  If we were ever asked to pick out motivational t-shirts, his would read, “Go with the flow,” while mine would read, “Get this fucking river out of my way before I punch you in the nuts.”

That isn’t to say I won’t sit and watch game shows all day when I’m unemployed.  Because I sure as shit will.  I’ll just feel mountains of pounding Catholic guilt about it afterwards.  And poor Michael has to hear about it.  And as the days of unemployment progress, it only gets worse for him.  It won’t be long before my idle producer brain starts feeling the itch to solve problems that are no longer being presented to me on a Monday-through-Friday basis.  And from there, it’s a quick jump before Michael finds me suggesting better ways for him to accomplish things he can already do perfectly well on his own.

This morning, as Michael was packing the cookies I made him to take to work, I found myself lecturing him on the proper transportation of baked goods.  “Don’t put the cookie caddy on the passenger seat,” I warned. “Set it gently on the floor in front of the passenger seat so it won’t slide around. And be sure to put your name on BOTH the top and the bottom pieces of the cookie caddy.  We don’t want them to get separated!  But in the event they do, we want to make sure we get both pieces back.  You should use masking tape and a sharpie pen.  Sometimes a ballpoint pen isn’t thick enough.  Sharpie is definitely the way to go.”

I sounded like a mother detailing for her four-year-old the extensive dangers of improperly using school paste.  Why I didn’t end up with a chocolate macadamia handprint on my cheek is a testament to Michael’s saintly level of patience, and my ability to clearly read whenever his face, silent and idle, is nevertheless telling me in no uncertain terms, “Go into the other room and watch The fucking Price is Right.”

Andy Dick really dodged a bullet.

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Mediterranean Style Chicken Breasts with Tomato Bruschetta Topping (And I’m Off to D.C.)

I’ll be spending the next week on my first trip to Washington D.C., visiting my sister and her family, the Smithsonian, the Spy Museum, The News Museum, The National Portrait Gallery, Madam’s Organ Bar, The White House, the national monuments, the used bookstores, the speakeasies and the cherry blossoms. But first things first… let’s hit that LAX Starbucks.  It’s not a true vacation unless you start here.  The smell of agitation, stress and an amalgam of international farts await you!

The only line that’s longer is for the Burger King.  I don’t do well at airports. From the moment I walk in until the moment I’m out the other side, I’ve got my fists balled up and my brain turned down to simmer while I play I Love Lucy episodes in my head, the same way I do when I’m at the proctologist’s office, Sunday mass, or when someone forces me to watch a movie with hobbits in it.

I only have about 55 minutes until I board or “plane up” or whatever the girl at the gate’s gonna call it to prove her airline is the hippest, so I’ll get on with this chicken recipe. I certainly don’t want to short change it as I’ve had the recipe pinned to my wall for about three years (with many thanks to Sam at My Carolina Kitchen for sharing it with me!) I served it forgetting to add the feta and basil to the top, so I made Michael put down his fork while I rained them down over his half-eaten plate, then ran to the bedroom closet to re-fetch the camera.  I bypassed the kalamata olives included in the original recipe because I’m about as big of a fan of kalamata olives as I am paying $8.75 for an airport Whopper with cheese.

This is a terrific recipe.  Straightforward, impressive-looking, minimal task time, maximum flavor burst.  Give it a try.

As for me, I’ll see you when I hit the IAD at 7pm Eastern time!

Get the RECIPE HERE

The 2014 Academy Awards – Your Top Tweets. #Oscars #Oscars 2014

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Ellen’s celeb selfie crashed #Twitter.  This is what happens when gays are allowed to marry.  #Oscars

Tweeting pics of yourself at the Elton John party DURING the #Oscars just tells everyone you aren’t big enough to get invited TO the Oscars

Everyone is so unfunny and grim on Twitter tonight, then I realized I was on the 12 Years a Slave feed. #oscar #oscars2014

Oh dear. Tyson Beckford is not one for chit chat. Maybe don’t make him a red carpet correspondent. #Oscars2014

The glitz! The glamour! The chicks who can’t walk in heels! It’s the #Oscars2014

No matter how famous and successful he gets, I will never EVER be certain I’m spelling McConnaughey correctly #Oscars2014

Someone get the hook. Tyson Beckford snuck out in front of the camera again. #Oscars2014 #notgivingup

Is Tyson Beckford auditioning for a Zoolander sequel? #Oscars

Is Tyson Beckford auditioning for a part on “Almost Human”? #Oscars2014

As the women try to keep their hair dry, McConnaughey is just trying to keep his weed dry. #Oscars2014 #oscar

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Judging by the outfit, not only is Ellen hosting but I think someone’s gonna get the keys to the chocolate factory at night’s end. #oscars

Why is Ellen dressed like Pinocchio? #oscars

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Keep it short Anne Hathaway. We’re still on the fence about u. #oscars

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And the #Oscar goes to… JESUS! #Oscars

Jared Leto has rad hair, an Oscar and knows McConaughey. Meanwhile I have dark facial spots, a Jesus candle and my mailman calls me “weird guy” #Oscars

My boyfriend has requested I stop making him ask me who I’m wearing (FYI it’s a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt). #Oscar

Ya’ll… Harrison Ford missed rehearsal #oscars

Yep lets give Channing Tatum the really hard foreign names to say, because he’s the smartest! #oscars

If ur gonna make me watch Channing Tatum say “Zana Abdul Nanno” he should at least be in a bikini brief. #oscars

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It was not fair for Matthew McConnaughey to get Kim Novak stoned just before they went on stage. #oscars

Does anyone know if Kim Novak has a cigarette? #oscars

The way Kim Novak has no idea what “Magic Mike” actually is but goes on praising it. That’s acting, kids. #oscars

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GreenBerry TreeHouse Cookies

As it has been pouring rain outside for the last two days (the first real storm to hit Los Angeles since we moved into the treehouse), I decided to commemorate the event and the explosion of green we’re nearly instantaneously getting in the yard as the plants and flowers drink to their health and present us with a pre-spring preview bloom.

This is pretty much a standard cooking with a little food coloring added for some Saturday jazz.  I happened to have on hand walnuts, pecans, white and dark chocolate chips, so in they all went.

Michael and I have barricaded ourselves into the TreeHouse and we’re not coming out until the rain stops pounding or Monday morning rolls around.  So if you want a cookie, slip into your swimsuit, throw on your water wings and dog paddle your way up the river of mud and rocks that has become our street. We’ll leave you some in the mailbox.


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Watching Amazon Pilot Season: “The After”

Welcome to internet television, where there… are… no… rules!  At least that’s what we’re told. But usually internet tv shows boil down more or less to the same conventions we see everywhere else, except people say “fuck” way more.  That was certainly the case with The After.  Chris Carter was really going for a record with this one!  Add up all the movies starring Harvey Keitel ever made and you still don’t hear the word “fuck” as much as you do in the fifty-five minutes this supernatural apocalyptic thriller took to unfold.

The heroine of The After is Gigi, a sexy French girl we first think is an assassin but actually turns out to be an actress merely preparing to audition for the role of an assassin.  Because it’s always important to reference modern technology in an internet pilot to keep the kids interested, she FaceTimes with her sexy husband and adorable little girl who mumbles incoherently and toddles back and forth in a way I suppose parents who have kids find adorable, but that lead my mind to drift to more important issues like “What ever happened to Shields and Yarnell?” and “Why do my fingers smell like roast beef?”

Bad news, people: Gigi doesn’t get the part.  Even worse news: the audition was in Century City, which is basically a single street with big buildings sandwiched between Beverly Hills and the Westfield Shopping Mall and can apparently be rented out super-cheap because it’s subbed in as “important big city business hub” on every tv show since Knots Landing was still on the air.

Next thing you know, Gigi finds herself trapped in an elevator with a diverse group of strangers with varying ethnic backgrounds and mysterious pasts, including a Latina cop, a white middle aged dowager with a cane, an Irish loud-mouth brute (“We’re goona have tah take the fookin’ starwell!”), and a pudgy birthday clown.  The maximum capacity of the elevator did not allow for an emotionally-brittle Korean or a mean-faced Middle Easterner who regrets his past, so we’ll have to wait on them til we get a series pick-up.

In the span of about five seconds, everyone in the jammed elevator goes into red-alert panic, which I can tell you from first hand experience is not believable because once I got stuck in an elevator with Emmy-winning actress Tyne Daly while we were both on our way up to Islands Fine Burgers and Drinks, and instead of freaking out we sat down on the floor and played Uno until Guapo the security guard came and freed us with his special elevator key.

The gang eventually makes it into a locked parking structure, where they encounter a wrongly accused African American who’s recently escaped from prison, a sexy Southern “gal on the go,” and Adrian Pasdar, who has yet to be hired for a role where he doesn’t have to wear a dress shirt and an Armani two-button dress vest. For the next ten minutes, they all spend so long arguing and yelling at each other about what their next move should be that I honestly thought this show was going to be about a group of people having to re-populate the Earth from inside an underground West L.A.-adjacent parking structure (My boyfriend said that he’d be willing to have sex with the clown). –>READ MORE< --

Tv Food and Photo – February 11, 2014

Gary: “Damn. There’s nothing worse than missing your avocado window.”
Michael: “Preach.”

Sochi 2014 Winter Olympics: Opening Ceremonies – Your Top Tweets


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Damn you #WinterOlympics – Everyone is so bundled I can’t tell who’s a scruffy hot guy and who’s a lesbian!

I wonder if Sarah Palin is watching the #OpeningCeremony from her backyard #Russia #WinterOlympics

Will live-tweeting about an event that ended 8 hours ago punch a hole in the space-time continuum? #WinterOlympics #OpeningCeremony

If 007 doesn’t parachute out a plane with Putin, these ceremonies are a bust. #WinterOlympics #ParadeOfNations

If it weren’t for the #WinterOlympics and the #SuperBowI, kids wouldn’t know what Roman numerals were!

If they put Putin on that old game show “Make Me Laugh” he’d hella clean up! #WinterOlypmics

Every Olympics sneaks in one fake country. This year it’s “NillaWafer!”

Russia wins gold in pounding vodka #WinterOlympics

All the (male) American Olympians look like the bad guys in high school underdog movies. #WinterOlympics #Biff #Chet

Do those little dancing marshmallows have to hop around through the entire parade of nations? #WinterOlympics

Argentina has no snow. They just came for international sex. #WinterOlympics

Well Ireland looks a little drab, but luckily they brought Judy Jetson with them to jazz it up. #WinterOlympics

I’ll forgive Russia for their intolerance if they forgive us for the endless Jimmy Fallon commercials. #WinterOlympics

“Great Britain is believed to be the birthplace of curling… but we can’t be sure cuz none of them will cop to it” Matt Lauer #WinterOlympics

We are red, we are white, we are Danish dy-no-mite #WinterOlympics

Only in the #WinterOlympics can you be 43 years old and qualify for an event. Congrats, one dude from Venezuela!

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Oh dear… Germany looks like a tribe of marching everlasting gobstoppers #WinterOlympics


The guy announcing the countries sounds like the guy who announces the performances on #DancingWithTheStars #WinterOlympics

There are more people on my sofa than there are athletes representing Zimbabwe. #WinterOlympics

All my life, the #WinterOlympics have been closely linked with pizza. This is but one small reason why I have yet to qualify for an event.

My favorite tweet tonight about the opening ceremonies: “It’s crazy how people live all over the world!” #WinterOlympics

If you’re a Winter Olympian, you can compete in like 13 #WinterOlympics in a row and win gold in all of ‘em

#WinterOlympics tweets aren’t as funny as #Bachelorette tweets

Those dancing marshmallow people look like they’re starting to run outta steam. #WinterOlympics

Matt Lauer’s commentary is not great. Next time let’s let Siri do it. #WinterOlympics

I feel so lame… these athletes work so hard and I’m debating whether or not to get off the couch and buy tickets to the #LegoMovie #WinterOlympics

Only during the opening ceremonies would your feed include the tweet, “OMG Poland is sooooo adorable!” #WinterOlympics

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Oh USA those sweaters… It’s like someone raided the Palin closet #WinterOlympics

That USA sweater is gonna be a hot fashion item, and then it will be tomorrow. #WinterOlympics

Yipers someone tell USA that ugly sweater parties are only for Christmas time. #WinterOlympics

Hey I didn’t know Team USA had their sweaters designed by my nana. #WinterOlympics

#WinterOlympics US wins the first gold in the new ugly sweater competition. #WinterOlympics

What the fuck are we wearing? We suck. #WinterOlympics

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Strawberry Balsamic Pie and Super Bowl Sunday


I don’t want to watch football
I don’t want to watch puppies
I don’t want to watch ex-jocks in suits
I don’t want to watch stop motion beer bottles run down a field
I don’t want to watch chicks in lingerie
I’m not into Bruno Mars
This day has nothing for me

Do you feel the same way?
Do you like pie?

Wanna come over?

GET THE RECIPE HERE

Juan Pablo Galavis: “The Bachelor” – January 27, 2014: #YourTopTweets #Bachelor

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Juan Pablo I would just like to say I visually enjoy you #Bachelor

Does every season of this show HAVE to have a girl with a lazy eye? #Bachelor

How is “Dog Lover” a profession? #bachelor

If I say “Donut Eater” is a profession, can I give up the law and just eat Krispy Kremes all day? #Bachelor

Unfortunately we could only clear songs in the public domain so they all did Karaoke to “Stars and Stripes Forever” #Bachelor

What do I need to do to get a ‘Sharleen is not impressed’ meme going? #bachelor

Idk how I feel about sharleen.. #Bachelor

charlene needs to go #bachelor

I hate Sharleeen #Bachelor

Sharleen says she doesn’t want children. Juan Pablo has a child. So naturally he gives her the rose. #Bachelor

Sharleen: Yes, I love children. They’re delicious! #Bachelor

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Salted Caramel Apple Pie

You will never be happy with a straight-up old school apple pie after you power down a few slices of this Salted Caramel Apple Pie from Four & Twenty Blackbirds.

I didn’t know that a pie could lift you completely out of a mild January depression and make you so happy that you put on your yellow and purple boxer briefs just to entertain your boyfriend by dancing up and down the hall doing your best impression of a Laker Girl.  Yet, there I was, gyrating in front of the linen closet with my arm behind my head, flapping back and forth doing “the sprinkler.”

For real.  This is a pie you make only for people you truly love.

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January 24 is National Peanut Butter Day!

As it’s Friday, I’m sure many of you already had plans to tear home from work, drop yourselves down onto the couch and eat an entire jar of peanut butter with your index finger while watching Shark Tank. Well, this week you don’t have to experience any of that pesky Catholic guilt over it because it’s National Peanut Butter Day!

Here are my Tv Food and Drink’s top five peanut butter recipes. I suggest you NOT MISS the recipe for Peanut Butter and Jelly Bars after the jump. One bite are you will be re-born.

Peanut Butter Cup Blondies – Found at Bake or Break

  • 1 & 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 cup granulated sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1/3 cup creamy peanut butter
  • 1/4 cup butter, melted and slightly cooled
  • 2 tablespoons milk
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 2 large eggs, lightly beaten
  • 1/4 cup semisweet chocolate chips
  • 0.75 ounces peanut butter cups (about 4 regular size) chopped

Preheat oven to 350°. Coat a 9-inch square baking pan lightly with cooking spray.

Combine flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt. Set aside.

In a separate bowl, combine peanut butter, melted butter, milk, vanilla extract, and eggs. Stir well.

Add peanut butter mixture to flour mixture, stirring until combined. Stir in chocolate chips.

Transfer batter into baking pan. Arrange the peanut butter cups over the batter.

Bake for 19 minutes, or until a wooden pick inserted into the center comes out with moist crumbs. Cool in pan on wire rack.
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January 23 is National Pie Day!

I don’t know about you, but January 23rd is about my least favorite day of the year. About as far away from Christmas and as deep into the deep, winter doldrums as we can get. Oh, and by the way, it’s still an exhausting nine months until my birthday.  Thank heaven for The National Pie Council and whatever high-ranking government palms they had to grease to have today officially declared “National Pie Day!”

In honor of this day of reflection, celebrating all that the pie has given our nation, I give you my FIVE FAVORITE PIE RECIPES also known as the ONLY FIVE PIE RECIPES I KNOW! But don’t let that fool you. They’re all terrific, and well worth the day off of work. Wait.. you didn’t report to work today on accident, did you? It’s National Pie Day, you know! Didn’t you notice the lack of traffic on the freeways?

And don’t go in to work tomorrow either. That’s National Peanut Butter Day! No, I’m not kidding.

Click HERE for MY FIVE FAVORITE PIE RECIPES

Pervert Juan Pablo Galavis: “The Bachelor” Recap: January 20, 2014 – #Bachelor


Why do we always want the drunken basket case to get the ax on The Bachelor? We always regret it later. Last week, we said goodbye to Victoria, that crapulous cross-eyed wipeout from Boca Raton. True, she probably wouldn’t be much of a role-model for Cah-mee-yah, except when it came to teaching the little darling how to pass out on a bus. But without Victoria and that bag she was half in, what are we left with? That’s right… girls who drink responsibly. And they never do anything interesting. Think about it… how often have you heard someone start a story about a wild weekend with, “Oh my god we got sooooo conservatively tipsy!”?

But that’s where we stand this week. And now 12 girls are gone. That means 15 are left, but 6 of them have problem skin, so we know they’re out. And no girl who wears little flowers on top her head gets anywhere in life, so the clock is ticking on Hippie Chick. And when has anyone ever said, “I’m rooting for the opera singer!” and not been laughed out of the room? Yep, this season can end one way, and one way only. There’s gonna be one happy Professional Dog Lover with a big ring from Neil Lane on her hand very soon! READ MORE

Black Bottom Lemon Pie

I went to cuddle with Michael last night in bed and grabbed him too tightly around the stomach. “Oh baby!” he groaned. “Be careful. I’m all filled up with pizza and pie!”

That was no lie. Earlier in the day as I was rolling out the butter crust and simmering the chocolate ganache, a jauntier (and lighter) Michael held up a shiny sheet of coupons from an Italian joint we’d never heard of called “Pepe’s.”

“Maybe we should use one of these coupons and order a pizza tonight!” he suggested brightly. When I didn’t answer immediately, he turned sheepish and added, “…or tomorrow night.”

I didn’t know my delay in responding while I patched a crack in the dough would throw the whole scenario into jeopardy. “No!” I quickly threw in. “Let’s do it tonight! We haven’t ordered a pizza since…”

I stopped. I had to think about it. When was the last time we had ordered a pizza?

“…two nights ago.”

I keep hearing the way I eat is gonna catch up to me someday. People continue warning that I’ll end up weighing a thousand pounds. “It’ll happen before you know it,” adds my mother, “and it’s not like when you’re twenty. Once it gets on, it’s impossible to get it the hell off.”

As I was breaking down the empty “Pepe’s” pizza box later that night, piling it into the recycle bin on top the empty “Big Papa’s” pizza box from earlier in the week, I thought all this over. Maybe I’ll wake up one morning and my waistline will have gone from a 32 to a 47 overnight. And maybe someday my fat cells will expand like an army of over-filled waterbeds. Maybe they’ll have to bury me in a Union Pacific boxcar.

But here and now… it’s just not happening.

In fact, at my last doctor’s visit, he said I was in phenomenal shape for a man my age! True, it was the optometrist, but he has terrific instincts about these things.

So if you ever come over to the GreenBerry TreeHouse and you see me eating a sliced red apple on a piece of melba toast, or a big spinach salad with raisins, or a bowl of non-fat yogurt covered in blueberries and wheat germ, don’t be fooled. It only means one of two things: either the pie isn’t out of the oven yet, or Michael’s all out of coupons.

Now for the mother-fucking pie! GET THE RECIPE FOR BLACK BOTTOM LEMON PIE HERE

Super Bowl Sunday Food: Baked Potato Skins


The King of Comfort Foods! Here’s how to make potato skins that put last year’s Super Bowl snacks to shame.

There’s a secret about how to make potato wedges no one ever tells you. Yes, cheese, sour cream, bacon and green onions don’t hurt, but the real secret to wham-bam, kick you in the face potato skins isn’t what you put in them… it’s what you put on them

GET THE RECIPE HERE

Super Bowl Sunday Food: Zesty Italian BBQ Meatballs


Damn good. GET THE RECIPE HERE!

Pervert Juan Pablo Galavis: “The Bachelor” Recap: January 13, 2014 – #Bachelor

It’s not enough anymore to show weepy chicks in bikinis running around drunk and hysterical on The Bachelor.  I was watching humiliated Victoria stampede through the cocktail party in tears, struggling to keep herself upright as she screamed at producers and demanded to go home, and all I could think was, “Man, she better fall down some stairs or run through a big pane of glass or something!”

I have to be honest.  For just a moment, I was rooting for it.  This is what I have come to.  Watching an undernourished human soul get crushed to a fine powder on national television is no longer enough to stimulate me. I must now also have some snuff. READ MORE –>

The 2014 Golden Globe Awards – Your Top Tweets #GoldenGlobes

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i bet #GoldenGlobes would make great bongs.

I bet Bono has better cocaine than anyone else at the show. #GoldenGlobes

If I could win an award while drinking a martini and making out with Bono with my shoes off, my life would be made. #GoldenGlobes

 

Justice for the flawless Amy Poehler! #GoldenGlobes

What I’ve learned watching #GoldenGlobes2014 – I need to say “my team” more.

Well there’s Bono… still trying to make that look work. #goldenglobes. Read More –>

The 2014 Golden Globe Awards #RedCarpet Pre-Show – Your Top Tweets #GoldenGlobes

A pregnant Kerry Washington is a flawless Kerry Washington. #GoldenGlobes

People are live tweeting the #GoldenGlobes red carpet?  Does that mean I can live tweet the gopher digging up my plants in the yard?

If you’re looking for Joan and Melissa Rivers, E! has them interviewing tourists and undergrads hanging out at Starbucks on Highland this year.  #GoldenGlobes #sorry

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