Heh. That is AWESOME.
Pffft. That's obscene. First of all, sauce does not equal BBQ.
Second of all, you can get way better catering than that around here. Like an open oyster bar. (Okay, that only happened once, but I so wish lisah had been there. Also free champagne that night. Also, free sushi bar. Great party. Ahhh, the 80s....)
First of all, sauce does not equal BBQ.
But you do need it to have a BBQ sauce fountain.
I am deeply amused by the BBQ Sauce fountain.
I think a melted cheese fountain would be superior.
::gropes ChiKat a little::
Oooh. I would SOOOO go for a melted cheese fountain before a BBQ sauce fountain.
Now I want to go to the Melting Pot (and just get the cheese and chocolate courses)
I want a melted cheese fountain
in my kitchen.
meara, you are channelling my taste buds.
Normally a melted cheese fountain would be awesome.
Right now I'm in a good news/bad news situation. The good news is I turn out not to need a root canal,and in fact a root canal would do me so good. The bad news is that my dentist can't do anything about my toothache until Monday. Vicodin turns out not be strong enough to control the pain. Maximum strength Ambesol does give relief but not for very long.
My heart and thoughts go out to you and S, Sean. I hope you find out what's up soon and can get back home where S can be more comefortable.
ok
whoever linked to the library you tube - made my day. that was my day except it was 20 people like that guy.
bbq fountain: chocolate or cheese is better
I love Matt dearly, and well, he set the bar very high. and quite frankly, alone would be way better if he didn't set the bar so high. don't settle.
tonight was a friend's 60th birthday. there were 25 or more of us at a local restaurant. My neighborhood family. good night times make a hard morning worth it.
I did indeed go with the second bowl of popcorn. No oatmeal in the am because I'm also fairly obsessed with my cold cereal choices.
I have way too much stuff to take care of this weekend. Important stuff, with ramifications that can be measured in years and thousands of miles. But I'm tired and I'm dopey and my head hurts and I really don't want to.
It is possible that my bar is set high by a man that doesn't actually exist, but it's not like I'm turning guys down who are just asking for dates, much less batting back marriage proposals. There's settling and then there's going out hunting for game that's not worth mounting.