This week has had its share of tragedy. We need some happy around here!! So tomorrow I am going to head out to the mall to see Curtis Stone cook and be all dreamy.
Why yes, I would love for you to follow me all over the grocery store and then cook my dinner, Curtis.
I can dream whatever I want, you know.
The best part? The Le Creusetโข store will be having a special sale in conjunction with his appearance here. And y’all remember the $50, right? The stars, they are aligning!!
Y’all have a great Friday ๐
April 19th, 2013 at 9:17 AM
What kind of sammich will you be making me in The Le Creusetโข?
April 19th, 2013 at 9:39 AM
Grilled roast beef ๐
April 19th, 2013 at 10:16 AM
Ya’ might wanna wipe that drool off your chin— It’s unbecoming of a lady of your impeccable social standing. ๐
April 19th, 2013 at 10:39 AM
BWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!
….oh, wait…you were being serious?
April 19th, 2013 at 10:59 AM
I asked myself the same thing….
April 19th, 2013 at 10:38 AM
Yeah, I had the stars align above me a couple of times…turned out they were just orbiting around the lump growing rapidly on top of my noggin. Life sucks like that.
April 19th, 2013 at 11:00 AM
Well, at least they weren’t Tweety birds ๐
April 19th, 2013 at 9:22 PM
Nah, they stopped showing up when I snagged one and BBQ’d it back in my teen years. Not much meat, ’bout the same as a chicken-wing. Since then, its been stars. Go figger.
April 19th, 2013 at 3:12 PM
Sounds like a good Friday. Have fun!
April 19th, 2013 at 3:21 PM
Saturday, but yes!!
April 19th, 2013 at 4:06 PM
He looks like he could be Ellen DeGeneres’ younger brother. Can I have a grilled roast beast sandwich, too? With melted Colby on it?
April 19th, 2013 at 4:47 PM
You know what? He looks like her identical twin.
Grilled roast beast comin’ up!
April 19th, 2013 at 7:01 PM
Who is this Chris Stone guy?
Curtis… Whatever.
As long as he isn’t the male version of Rachel Ray, all perky and all.
If he’s Degeneres’ brother wouldn’t he be gay-ish?
Yes, I know. I am going away now.
April 19th, 2013 at 7:22 PM
He hosts a show where he stalks someone in the grocery store and then goes to their home to cook what food they bought.
When I read this, it does seem a bit creepy.
April 19th, 2013 at 9:27 PM
Heh. Sounds like a show they tried on the cooking channel a bunch of years back…they’d get a local chef, pick a random house, and “raid” it. The one episode I saw, they actually came through the woods behind the house, up to the fence, with camera crew and everything, and were asking the kids playing in the back yard if their parents were around. Mom came out, furious, of course, until they explained….she let them in, but still was on edge the whole show. When brainless host was introducing the mom to the chef, they both looked at each other…and shook their heads. Turns out mom was a chef, too, and owned a restaurant that competed with the other chef. Yeah. Its called RESEARCH, ya morons!!!! I only saw the one episode, and from what I heard, it didn’t have many more. Like…maybe one other. Something about strange people with cameras and mics jumping over your back fence just didn’t seem all that safe. Kinda makes me wonder how many cameras got shot before they realized it was a bad plan…
April 19th, 2013 at 9:39 PM
I missed that, but there was a show called “Pantry Raid” along these lines. The guy didn’t ambush anyone. The peeps asked for his help by mail and he would pick the most clueless one, usually a gal. Go figure ๐
April 19th, 2013 at 8:01 PM
Stalking is creepy? That is how Cruel Wife got me. By the time I was aware it was too late?
Foodie stalking actually seems creepier than garden-variety stalking.
April 19th, 2013 at 8:28 PM
Too late, for whom?? ๐
April 19th, 2013 at 9:00 PM
Me, you crazy woman. Did ye not read what I wrote?
Doomed, I was… DOOMED.
Ask her yourself. I was easy pickings.
April 19th, 2013 at 9:37 PM
Oh, I have no doubt about that….
April 19th, 2013 at 9:48 PM
Ever see a gazelle deconstructed by a pack of lions? It wasn’t even that pretty.
April 19th, 2013 at 9:50 PM
Oh, I bet it was beautiful. CW is an artiste.