We do it for the love, right? That’s why we wake up at odd hours of the morning to start marinating something delicious or stay up late to get those little silvery ball things to look just right on top of our red velvet cupcakes. We do it because we...
Cheap beer doesn’t have to taste cheap, and fruity beer doesn’t have to taste like a juice box, especially if you bake with it. These beer blondies are made with a cheaper, grapefruit beer and are so tasty that everyone, even beer snobs, can enjoy...
I’m a hypocrite.Yes, despite the (no doubt sparkling) image of me you have in your head, it turns out I’m absolutely full of crap. Because for years I’ve railed against the pink-tinged nightmare elixir of the spring break gods: the Red Bull and...
Ah, the pound cake: the paradigmatic example of Americans taking something functional and messing it up.For those of you unfortunate souls who don’t know, the reason why a pound cake is called a pound cake is because the total weight of the combined...
You know those old-time grocery-store ads where the chicken would look way too plasticky, and there’d be five perfectly atomically lined up sprigs of asparagus next to it? Yeah, you do. There was always that one weird, lonely sprig of parsley on top,...
A good drink talks to you, and a good drink listens. It tells you when you’re done, when you’ve had too much, when to have more. A good drink thinks. It’s not mindless, not easy. You don’t make it in a keg or a cooler or a plastic bowl with a...
I’ll admit: Cupcakes are pretty mindless.I know a lot of bakery upstarts and soccer moms and frosting jockeys are gonna get all angry when they read that because “I’ve been working on these red velvet cupcakes but they’re blue instead of red and...
The screwdriver is a drink so bad, so uninspired, that its name describes the only time it’s acceptable to drink one: when all you have is a gross, rusty screwdriver to stir your drink with. That’s a fact, by the way.The drink was invented when a...
Lemme educate you on something real quick.A frozen margarita isn’t a real margarita. A frozen margarita is something fat and/or boring people order at a T.G.I. Fridays because they want a vaguely tequila-tasting glass silo full of sugary lime water....
Yes, yes. I can hear the groans through my feeble little internet speakers.And it’s a shame, really, because I’d do the same thing if I read a boring-ass title like Roasted Vegetable Quinoa. Really, I would. Sounds like something an event organizer...
