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Just a quick note to say we are actually moving (yay!) so we’ll be disconnecting from Teh Interwebs tonight and will be back online with a lightning fast connection Sunday night. I hope. Anyway, have a good weekend, all!
Rock! Death! America!
Littering our noise on the EarthArchive for April, 2007
Free Alton Brown!
I don’t always see eye to eye with Anthony Bourdain, but I can definately appreciate his acerbic view of the world and would willingly follow him into battle to take down Rachael Ray. His take here on the abysmally dull Food Network Awards is hilarious and spot on.
The selection and photography of “beauty plates” from winning “Delicious Destination,. Portland, Oregon (in fact a terrific food destination) looked like somebody took a dump at McFunsters. Portland for fuck’s sake! They couldn’t find some good looking plates in fucking Portland!?
If you have time scroll through the comments as well, they hide further comedic gems, such as one by a poster named Nina that I won’t quote as it won’t make sense until you read the initial blog post but if you are a fan of dick & fart jokes like me you will appreciate, and this one by Catherine:
What say we get together and storm the Food Network headquarters? I don’t know what exactly we’ll do when we get there, but defending our city’s honor and liberating Alton Brown and Mario Batali are high on the list of possibilities. Join us! The revolution will not be caramelized!
Not To Build Masterpieces For a Delectative Elite
Ran across this site - the Museum of Bad Art.
The Museum Of Bad Art (MOBA) is a community-based, private institution dedicated to the collection, preservation, exhibition and celebration of bad art in all its forms and in all its glory.
Quite amusing. Take Peter the Kitty, for example, which they say is “stirring in its portayal of feline angst.” If you like something well enough, why not get a poster or t-shirt? Oh to live in Massachusetts, where you can visit the museum in person. At least we can go to Velveteria…
Master of Farfalle…
I know, I know, I should be packing. This is too cool though, a wind-up Mario Batali! He flips food! So awesome.
Caught the boring Food Network Awards last night, and despite there being way too much of the Dean Family, a couple of cool winners came out of it. Burgerville won for Better Burger, and Portland won for Delicious Destination of the Year. In your face, Minneapolis!
My Friend Brought Me Flowers, She Said They Were Lilacs…
One thing I’m going to miss at this house is the gardens Susan and I created. They’ve been planted three or four years now, and have really come into their own. It is so wonderful to see these little plants that limped along their first two years of life come to be so huge and beautiful. I wish we could dig them all up and take them, but with the PDX Nursery only five minutes away, I’m sure we’ll manage to spend a ton of money some time filling in the gardens at the new house.
The hellebores are huge, and the hosta and astilbe are just starting to come up.
This was our rock garden, and the plants have really spread to take over the space.
And finally, a picture of our ever patient Enid, laying unaware with a sandtrooper on his speeder coming up just behind her.
and I’m Very Good in the Woods…
A few people have posted video from the last Rheos show on youtube. Here is Record Body Count - the last song of the last show. Note the human pyramid in the background as the band plays in the middle of the audience.
Added bonus: BNL’s Steven Page talks a little about the Rheostatics.
Attack Of The Radioactive Hamsters
Saw this on Boing Boing and it is beyond awesome.
I give you: the hamster powered shredder.
Cheeeese, Gromit!
I decided at the last minute to make this Savory Asparagus Bread Pudding for dinner, so I ran to the store for supplies. So at my local podunk store I not only found the cotswold cheese I’ve been looking for ever since I had it on the ploughman’s platter at Horsebrass, I found Wallace and Gromit cheese. I nearly burst from excitement! Wensleydale Creamery has a whole line of W&G cheese, and it was salty and delicious, though our kids didn’t like it so much. They did gobble up the pudding, so you just never know.
On an amusing ‘my kid has no idea about Christianity’ note, we colored our eggs with the time tested Paas kit. The kit came with stickers to decorate the eggs, and they were mostly secular, save for the cross with lilies in front of it. O saw it and exclaimed “Cool! I want to use the sword with the flowers on it!”
Spring Beerfest ‘07
We snuck away last night and went to the Spring Beer and Wine Festival. I think as an Oregonian I’ve been spoiled by the hop intensity we find in the beers around here. The first IPA I headed for was 40 IBUs. According to the Internation Bittering Unit Scale, that is the very bottom of the IPA range for hoppiness. Seriously, they couldn’t do better than 40? We didn’t even bother, and instead chose to start with Deschutes Hop Henge Imperial IPA, which had a respectable 95 IBUs.
It was a night for high alcohol content as we moved on to Mad River Steelhead Imperial IPA and Astoria Brewing’s Bitter Bitch quadruple dry-hopped Imperial IPA. With our tongues suitably numbed, I foolishly went for the gimmick beer with no discernible brewery associated with it - Panty Dropper IPA. Vile, vile swill, soon dubbed a Panty Waste, and the inspiration for what we hope the festival will consider for next year - the Mulligan. Say you get a beer and after only one sip you have no desire to ever taste it again. A token wasted! So you take your nearly full taste to the Mulligan tent, where they dump it out and give you a token in return. I think one mulligan per person isn’t too much to ask. To make it more interesting, the offending brew should have some sort of tally system hanging up, to better warn others in attendance.
Widmer, oh Widmer. I gave you one last chance. I chanced it with the W’07 and couldn’t say that I was surprised that it was very much not good. “Smells like cat piss,” was all D had to say about it. I’ve spent a good portion of the day cleaning out an old shed that 5 wild kitties grew up in, and I have to say all I can think about is your beer, and how I’m going to have to double wash everything I wore while working out there. Ugh.
We weren’t the only ones hung up on the definition of bitter. As we stood there reading the info on Sierra Nevada Best Bitter (which may be a fine beer, for all I know) another festivalgoer came up and read the sign with us. “37 IBUs?! Thats not bitter!!” he exclaimed indignantly. We agreed with him, and parted with a shared laugh to find hoppier pastures.
Had fun, as always, and enjoyed chatting with the brewers and reps (Mad River guy: “have you had our beers before?” Us: “Dude, we went to Humboldt!” Mad River guy: “Ah, then you’re quite familiar.” Also per Mad River guy: Imperial Red based on fabulous Jamaica Red coming out this summer plus more brews in the future. Sweet!). Plus, we had the bonus of watching a guy try to apply a temporary tattoo by licking it onto his hand.
Thank goodness were moving into town, if only to be closer to the bounty of brewpubs. This map makes me so happy…
Some Will Sing in Greasepaint on Video Hits
I was cleaning out a drawer and I found this poster we obviously nicked from the Rheostatics show we went to at the Gordon Best Theatre. And this is where we had dinner before the show, it was right across the street and we can never resist Indian food…
