Sometimes wrong is oh so right.
I’m not sure what’s worst about this box of pumpkin spice Cheerios. Is it that all foods in America are adulterated with pumpkin spice starting in August these days? The Starbucksification of every meal of the day? Or is it the fact that it would be really easy to make your own pumpkin spice breakfast cereal by just sprinkling some cinnamon and nutmeg on it before pouring the milk?
Oh, the humanity.
(Thank you, Christopher, for the photo.)
Just because you like two things, doesn’t mean they always go together. Like swimming and calligraphy, for example. Or takeout pizza and the opera. Or…. you get the idea.
Thanks to Margie for the photo and the nightmares.
Toronto is a fantastic food city. Just about every dining option you can imagine is available. Including, apparently, Howard.
Tasty, tasty Howard.
(Thanks for this, Vanessa!)
My facebook friend Susan knows from good food. Like, she really knows from good food. But she also gets that sometimes food is not about how it looks. Like this post bike ride breakfast mush I’ll let her describe:
Bad food that tastes so good. Because. Sustenance. Terrible plating makes it taste even better. Scrambled Farm eggs (cooked slowly following the French method), crappy supermarket chorizo, and hash brown cooked rendered chorizo fat.
What makes this a standout dish is the technique — scrambling the eggs gently, only to throttle them with a meaty, fatty, goopy topping. Also, that it looks terrible, but probably tastes amazing.
A lot of the people I ask to contribute hesitate. “But it was really good,” they say, “even if it looked ugly!” That’s the point. Food gone wrong is often very, very right.
Do you ever feel just a tiny bit sexually harassed by your dinner?
Thank you to Susan for the photo!
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Finally, a good name for my East European all-girl funk’n’soul band.
Thank you, Merry, for the submission!
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Ever wonder if the barista really likes you? When you get a cup from Sydney’s Swallow Coffee Traders, little is left to the imagination.
