Now... it is a known fact that I am an avid watcher of cooking shows, and am a proud recipient of the foodtv.com newsletter. Food Network is a preset on my favorite stations, and it often plays the role as default for background TV in my home.
But why is it, public, that every time garlic or alcohol is introduced as an ingredient, regardless of the quantity in the dish, it is presented with a laudatory ovation worthy of an achievement on par with winning an oscar? All the fucker did was open a bottle of beer and pour it in a pot or cut some garlic up and slide it into a pan of oil.
Besides, if this is all one needs for a laudatory reaction, then I am the Greek god of Food TV. And if this is the case, then I am short a whole kitchen's worth of ass that's due to me practically every time I have the urge to cook when I'm hammered.
And what does this say about the average American? Are we just a bunch of assholes who want to smell the binge from the night before when we sweat it out?
It is true, sometimes, that last night just wasn't enough, or it was so fun that the morning-after pain is almost enjoyable... kind of like a deep tissue massage.
With that said, I guess I am not as strange as I once thought. Thus, I ask the dipshits that give me attitude every time I see them the "next day" that they keep their negative comments/facial expressions to themselves and let me live my newly realized normal life.
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