It's almost Mardi Gras time; maybe a King Cake would be better?

t gasp Are you advocating for the eating of tiny plastic babies?

I think my chances of finding a king cake in my new location are pretty slim.

Are you advocating for the eating of tiny plastic babies?

In America, EVERYONE can eat a tiny plastic baby!

My Big Boss is from New Orleans, and she had king cakes shipped up for us last year. Apparently my (then brand-new) coworker had a hell of a time explaining to her Israeli then-fiance what on earth was going on with the tiny plastic Jesus.

It's almost Mardi Gras time; maybe a King Cake would be better?

Are you advocating for the eating of tiny plastic babies?

Maybe fewer people would eat the plastic babies if we called them "cake kittens."

Gosh, if Paul had his way... there'd be nobody at all!

Well, Jesus was coming back soon, so there wasn't any reason to have more kids.

"Uh, Paul?"
"I don't want to hear it, Jedidiah!"
"I know, but . . . you said the Saviour would be back soon, so don't bother with marriage and children, but it's been, you know, 40 years, and--well, have you heard anything? Because if He's going to be a while, I'd like to have someone around who can take care of the business."
"Fine! Go off and fornicate, you slacker! But you'll be explaining yourself to our Lord!"

I don't know if Paul hung on that long before the Romans offed him, but hey.

I made them last year and that was fun. Maybe I should do again? Maybe I'll just make cinnamon rolls and put purple and green frosting on them.

That he said publically, as a matter of policy, that a woman's reproductive decisions should be between her and her pastor was a huge flashing sign for me

I know Beverly has further explained why she feels this way, so it's not meant to question her, but I've seen Obama lambasted for his words in that interview and painted as some sort of misogynistic neo-Taliban in disguise (not here, obviously). He in no way pings my sexism meter and the same people who are questioning Obama's feminist cred are die-hard Bill Clinton fans (who supports women's rights, to be sure, but has a rep as a womanizer).

Obama co-sponsored a Senate bill on the Freedom of Choice Act so to question his stance on abortion rights is sort of ridiculous in my mind. I don't support his choice of Rick Warren as an Inaugural speaker but I think he's got my back when it comes to reproductive choices.

Politizing donuts? @@

he message was supposedly left by Mercede Johnston, Levi's 18-year-old sister, on the page of Mellissa Wilfong, a former Wasilla resident who now lives in Florida, to tell her about an upcoming trip to Orlando. As an aside, she notes that she and her mom (that would be Sherry, the one who was busted for dealing OxyContin) aren't allowed to visit Bristol and Levi's love child.

Unless there is a state trooper posted outside of their house or a restraining order filed, I think that choice isn't so much Sarah Palin's as it is the child's parents.

Maybe fewer people would eat the plastic babies if we called them "cake kittens."

BWAHAHAHA!

Serious Eats presents the Baracktail for post-Inauguration toasts:

It begins with gin, of Chicago bootlegging fame. Hawaiian hibiscus flowers infuse the syrup that sweetens and stains it. Lime is added for a touch of acerbic rhetoric, and the tang of hard times. And mint, tons of mint, remind us there can always be a very, very fresh start. This cocktail is like spring cleaning: flowers, mint, and citrus to scrub away the dirty past and welcome a clean, fresh beginning.

Ingredients

2 stems mint
Ice
2 ounces gin
2 ounces hibiscus syrup (You can buy Wild Hibiscus or use this recipe from Giada de Laurentiis)
Sugar
1 ounce fresh lime juice, reserving squeezed lime for sugaring glass rim

Procedure

1. In the bottom of a cocktail shaker, drop the leaves of 2 stems of mint, and add some ice. With the back of a wooden spoon, muddle the mint leaves until they are bruised and broken.

2. Pour in the hibiscus syrup, lime juice, and gin. Shake the cocktail until cold.

3. Pour a thin layer of sugar onto a rimmed baking sheet. Run squeezed lime around the rim of a martini glass; invert glass and dip in sugar to lightly coat the rim. Pour the cold Baracktail into the glass, and take a sip.

Oh, my neighborhood. There was just some white guy in the Laundromat trying to mediate between the Brazilian owner and a Bangladeshi customer who wanted to change the channel on the TV. After he goes through this song and dance about how the owner "would prefer to keep control of the tv," the Bangladeshi lady's like, Whatever, I don't speak Spanish. The white guy's like, Actually she speaks Portuguese. I'm like, @@ (Not that the owner or the white guy were wrong, just... work it out people! How much of a common language do you need to get across, "Don't change the channel!" and then deal with it?)