It's easy enough to pop open a Pabst Blue Ribbon while you watch Blue Velvet, or to pour a shot or six of whiskey for just about any Western film ever made. But some films have more complicated beverage accompaniments. That's where Furdell Dot Com comes in.
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Skipper's restaurants files for bankruptcy protection.
Skipper's Inc. Chief Executive Kenneth Williams, in a declaration in U.S. Bankruptcy Court in Seattle, attributed the problems in part to what he described as an effort by the company's finance director, Eric Li, to "cover up the accruing tax debt" through false financial reports to senior managers and owners.
Williams said in the declaration that Li "abruptly disappeared" a month after the company found out about the situation last year, leaving behind $6,000 in unclaimed salary and vacation.
It turns out my most humiliatingly bad gamble in Vegas this year was the money I plunked down at the Beef Jerky Store for a big bag of candy labeled "Happy Plum." Pup assured me that this stuff was delicious -- sweet on the outside, sour on the inside. Sounds great, right?
Well, Pup, if you like a candy whose top Google hit is a site called Bad-Candy.com, you gotta start thinking about not recommending candy to people.
At first it tasted mildly sweet; then it tasted exactly like lots and lots of salt. I mean, like if salt could be made to taste more salty, that would be Happy Plum.
I brought it into the newsroom to trick other people into eating it. Apparently they did, and they hated it, but there's still plenty left over. It's a big bag. I should've just bought more buffalo jerky.
I'm stuck at work on election day, with no dinner break. And, unlike previous years, my employers are not providing food.
Well, let me tell you from experience that there are few pizzas tastier than the one sent long-distance by a sympathetic brother.
The first annual KEZI chili cookoff happened today. Something like a dozen crockpots full of chili, some terrible, some mediocre, and some made by me.
I was worried early on when I discovered that everyone else had electric crockpots and hot plates to keep their chili warm. Mine had the sun. So, about an hour and a half into it, my chili had cooled down considerably...this may have cost me votes.
Had presentation been a consideration, my halved and seeded jalapeno/fresno pepper arrangement would certainly have won first prize; indeed, it got a close-up during the first 6 o'clock weather segment. Weatherman slash local celebrity John Fischer, an avid gardner, was impressed by the squash and carrots in my recipe, and even asked me a few questions on camera. (I explained that my job is to do the jingle when his seven-day outlook comes on the screen.)
My friends and I agreed that the best chilis were mine (#8) and #12, which billed itself as "tex-mex". I also liked #2, which I figured for a third place finish.
Of course it didn't turn out that way. #7, a chili by all acounts too sweet, finished first in a landslide, only approached by second-place finisher #5, a fine but mostly uninteresting chili. Both of these chilis got more than double the number of votes of the third-place finisher. Votes cost $1 each, and the top prize was a $200 gift certificate, so I suppose some strategic ballot-stuffing may have been at hand.
Third place would have been #2, but apparently she had left the cookoff early and was therefore disqualified. So, on a technicality, I squeaked into third place from my rightful spot at "distant fourth", and received a $100 gift certificate to a coastal resort called Embarcadero.
Yes, yes, "congratulations" and so forth, but I'm very bitter. Fourth place? Come on people! That was some dynomite chili I put together! It had buffalo and lamb in it! And Rogue Chipotle Ale! Was anyone else up at 4am preparing their chili so it could simmer for twelve hours? I think not! The top prize went to a guy who froze his chili! FROZE IT!!!
Well, I told myself I'd be happy as long as I won something, but clearly that's not true. It doesn't help that I managed to win only while still losing. Bah I say. Bah!
KEZI is hosting the First Annual Chambers Communications Chili Cookoff on Tuesday...which just happens to be my day off. All I can say is, those other chilis better bring it.
Boo...yah.
You still don't get it, do you? He'll find your Honey Nut Clusters cereal. That's what he does. THAT'S ALL HE DOES!
More strange breaksfast cereal mascots here.
Evil crackpot lunatic Ann Coulter was recently hit by two delicious, creamy custard pies. Said Coulter after the assault: "Oh, a wiseguy eh? Nyahh nyahh -- woo woo woo woo woo woo! You knuckleheads."
Little known Furdell fact: once, my then-roommate bought a cocunut cream pie and then slammed me in the face with it in the parking lot. Just getting hit with a pie wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't put so much force behind the damned thing.
Welcome to Iron Chef!*
Today's ingredient is...
(*Translated from the Japanese. -Stan)
?The fact is there are a lot of insects in the food we eat already. There are certain regulations set by the USDA about how many beetles you can have per pound of flour,? Jadin says.
That doesn't make this OK, you crazy bitch! This is eating insects directly! Stop trying to feed me bugs! No! NOOO! AHHHHHHHHHH!
(This has been a re-enactment of what it might be like if someone tried to feed me cicadas. Remember, "Friends don't let friends serve those friends some bugs for eating." And that's one to grow on.)
Yes, it's fruit made to look like sushi:
So creative, so delicious. If only Orange the restaurant was closer than Wrigleyville in Chicago.
