Is Lent a good time to write a love letter to one’s vices? … I’ll take that as a “maybe,” which works, because one of mine happens to be being inappropriate. So here we go.
–Intervention marathons on Netflix for HOURS (time isn’t wasted if you’re knitting, too). I love you. Thanks for all the fun facts about drugs.
–Teen Mom. Teenagers? Bad decisions and even worse attitudes? Sleveless AND sideless t-shirts? Sold. Sold so much.
–Jersey Shore. 30something-year-olds? Bad decisions and even worse attitudes? Sold again. So hard.
–Buffalo hot sauce, you’re the most beautiful neon-colored preservative sludge I’ve ever seen. Buffalo sauce, don’t ever change (unless the FDA tells you to).

Speaking of preservative-laden goopy things: Do you like ranch? I enjoy it occasionally, mostly with equally terrible fried things (especially if there’s also buffalo sauce). So, this is a science project. We’re demystifying this stuff, by making it entirely from things that, though not quiiiite healthy, are at least recognizably food. This is the kind of ranch you could give to Michael Pollan as a gift.
Also, as if that weren’t good enough news, it’s SO DELICIOUS!
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