Culinary revelation of the day
If you dip a wasabi rice cracker in wasabi mayonnaise, pop it in your mouth, and chase it with a handful of wasabi peas, you can see through time.
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Funny, I spell time "t-e-a-r-s." I just hope it was you, and neither Robert nor Twobert, to make this discovery.
Posted by: Effective Nancy | February 23, 2006 at 20:34
Did you follow that with a nice Listerine chaser?
Posted by: Lisa | February 23, 2006 at 21:11
you may also be able to pee napalm.
Posted by: damian | February 23, 2006 at 22:30
Did you try breathing fire?
Posted by: Lora | February 23, 2006 at 23:50
Seeing as I'm taking advantage of my born-again bachelorhood by prancing around the apartment naked, I hardly think breathing fire is the prudent course of action.
There are far less painful methods of birth control.
Posted by: LOD | February 24, 2006 at 01:18
You could put the Sudafed company out of business with that recipe.
Posted by: Sarah | February 24, 2006 at 06:47
Less painful, perhaps, but in a world of Wasabi, the relationship between pain and awesome is usually pretty close to 1:1.
Live the dream.
Posted by: Ashby | February 24, 2006 at 10:06
Was my phone there? In the future, I mean. I can't find it here.
Posted by: the patriarch | February 24, 2006 at 10:13
yes, seeing through time to glimpse your colon evacuating your entire intestinal system into the bowl. did you do this more than once? is this what happens when husbands are left alone for a weekend?
(please god, don't let my husband find this post! he'll try it!!)
Posted by: jennifer | February 24, 2006 at 10:50
Indeed, born-again bachelorhood tends to regress one back to the days of the Dipshit Diet.
What's for dinner? Whatever's at hand.
Posted by: LOD | February 24, 2006 at 10:52
It is my opinion that you should probably never be left on your own. You've apparently gone mad.
Posted by: Krissy | February 24, 2006 at 14:33
I'm pretty sure there's a children's book in there, somewhere.
~Mad, Mad Laid Off Dad ate Wasabi Peas
~Mad, Mad Laid Off Dad fell down to his knees
Etc, and things of that nature.
Posted by: Krissy | February 24, 2006 at 14:37
I'd be dead.
Posted by: Wicked Stepmom | February 26, 2006 at 00:00
I'd only do that with a spotter.
Posted by: jamie | February 26, 2006 at 17:25
Fond memories of the time my husband tried to convince his brother that the basket-ball-sized bowl of wasabi on the Las Vegas buffet was guacamole. It didn't work, but must have left some kind of impression on the universe. Several years later, my mother-in-law (unschooled in the joys of sushi) encountered an hors d'oeuvres table that contained both sushi and a bowl of corn chips (we're such savvy hosts). We were standing in the kitchen when she came running in, tears streaming from her eyes, and emptied the partially-chewed, wasabi-coated contents of her mouth into our garbage disposal. Frankly, I'm surprised she even made it to the kitchen.
My husband was in awe. "I wasn't even trying!" was his response.
Posted by: Shasta | February 26, 2006 at 17:56
That reminds me of the time I was cooking breakfast and...well, it involved habanero peppers, a glass of milk, and extremely sensitive portions of my anatomy. Oh, and extreme humiliation. We'll just leave it at that.
Posted by: freezio | February 26, 2006 at 20:03
Just reading that cleared my sinuses.
Posted by: Sarah | February 28, 2006 at 16:01
You just caused one of my sinuses to explode. Thanks for that.
Posted by: RockStar Mommy | March 02, 2006 at 00:01