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Showing posts with label Rachael Ray. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rachael Ray. Show all posts
12/18/08
8/11/08
When Julia died
so did the last comprehension of what a chef is. Reverse the wording: These are food celebrities (at best).
6/20/08
Tin chefs indeed
Defensive, are they? If Rachael uses her pots and saute pan every day, I'll eat Puck's $99.90 set of 11(!) pieces.
6/3/08
5/29/08
A star crossed
My astropal may have the ultimate take on why the wingnuts won a victory that is already looking literally hollow, considering how appeasement can be a bitch in a country where a staggering 77 percent have turned against the conservative in chief. Next up, I hope, is a read on why an anchor baby would be so rabid about everything else that might be perceived as less than American. But at least I suppose we'll be spared breakfast burritos with sprinkles on top anytime soon.
5/28/08
Hole in the head
Okay. Symbols have been thoroughly dunked. We can now safely go back to worrying about diabetes. And whether the Chimp Wannabe will now reach out to the lunatic-iest fringe. Maybe they get 72 EVOs in heaven?
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