Probably coulda monetized this silly site if I’d charged for decoder rings. So many of the evil ones shoulda been self-revealing but apparently weren’t. I will now say it clearly about the Sulzbergers, though: Punch became Pinch who, to me, has become Dash. And he’s the worst one yet. Sheet pan recipes or no.
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Sheet pans, blindingly white
I keep thinking of how the Butter Guzzler was too far ahead of her time. She let her true colors show and was ostracized. Today she’d be a wingnut heroine, waving her doffed hood like a proudly bloody apron.
Also, too, as it becomes increasingly clear what a reality shitshow fraud America was sold (as this great piece on the reverse-engineering demonstrates), it’s also worth considering how the star-making machinery made so many sleazy characters in the fud world household names with ridiculously lucrative empires built on the backs of the gullible. You’d think we’da learned from the Frugal Gourmet, but no. It was all a Croc of orange mierda.
Guzzle your butter in a special cooker
A decent country would not allow a racist-enabler back out into polite food company. We, however, do not live in a decent country.
Immersion blender, or wand?
Any chef who works for a crook (cuz merde too often happens) should be feeling empowered now. They screw you, you can bring them down. Of course, the other lesson is that consorting with the wrong sort will only lead to trouble. Never claim the Butter Guzzler as a reference.
Buy the box, not the book. Nuke it.
Give the Butter Guzzler some credit. She was a trend-setter for once: First off the plantation with the racist remarks plus behavior to make them stick. And you have to hope she, as a sports follower, feels compelled to weigh in on the latest whitey tape while playing musical chairs while she’s played by a fool. Keep that comeback coming!
On the line but in the photos
Some days you don’t even have to wonder how the media got gulled into selling the invasion of Iraq, or the impeachment of a president. You only need to read coverage of a “celebrity chef.” Just as I predicted, the Butter Guzzler’s “$75 million comeback,” splashed all over “real” media, turned out to be a flash in the bedpan. Suddenly she closes a flagship restaurant? You don’t shut down if rabid fans are turning up in droves. Still, it’s not over till the fat lady pantses. She could still team up with the Duck Dynasty or Mozilla bigot and fool “reporters” one more time.
Old Yeller in the fan base
Time flies when you’re DAOTI — I click on a few favorite sites when I wake up, and the next thing I know it’s time to make dinner. So I’m not the best judge of longevity these days. But has anything really sped past faster than the Butter Guzzler’s heavily covered “comeback”? Talk about the proverbial flash in the bedpan.
Real extortionists hire lawyers
It was rather ironic (or not) that the Butter Guzzler chose to make her return to impolite society on the same weekend as the 50th anniversary of the bombing of the Birmingham church that killed the four little girls. At least her supporters only whined she’d been “crucified” by the media. They could have called it a high-tech lynching.
Ghost in the hood
Funny to think how the fast the Butter Guzzler scandale went from all-N, all-the-time to nearly forgotten. So I shouldn’t be surprised the forthcoming cookbook is still forthcoming. I do wonder why there are no morals clauses in contracts, though. And I’m enjoying the notion of people mailing butter wrappers in protest when you know most fans can only afford margarine.