Recently I spent a week in Las Vegas, you know, that place I like to be in. No doubt you’ll want to hear about the drinking to excess, the slot machine action, whether I met Mike Tyson*, stole a white tiger, won/lost a million bucks or got married to, by, with, under, or as a green card proxy for Elvis.
But instead I’m going to talk about something I enjoyed in my hotel room. No, not a hooker smothered in maple syrup and speckled with peanut butter M&Ms, I mean the Five Dollar Foot Long song from the Subway commercial**. You know, on the television. Here it is in its bright, Beach Boysesque glory: Read more »
Bums! My favourite Har Mar Superstar song has disappeared from Spotify, and from one of my awesome Spotify playlists. Never mind – here it is for you now: DUI. Who you gonna hit with the drunken dial?
A long time ago, I started a recipe blog called Belly, plundering my friends and various ethnicities for family recipes. Then, as with many of the things I start, I forgot about it. Now I have resurrected the Belly recipes from their ignominy.
View them, try them, sue me when your spleen falls out: Read more »
A long time ago, I started