I’m making white chicken stock a couple nights back, violating all manner of classical French culinary rules and I’m getting pissed. Why? Because I’m not doing it right. That is to say, I’m going against my Cordon Bleu training...
In today's exciting episode, we secretly replaced the coffee AnotherDamnCook normally drinks with well, the same shit, only with ice.
Let's see if he can tell.
Now, tossing in the Paradigm Brewing Company’s restaurant into my simple plan for Saturday shouldn’t have been a big deal. It was close enough to the festival and we could just hit it on the way there. I still had to go to the event even though it was no longer my purpose for the day. Honestly, if we had stopped on the way, my best laid plans probably would have worked out perfectly.
But we didn’t. Ya’ll saw that coming, right?
263??? I’m totally calling bullshit. It’s not physically possible. Yes, while I did go hog wild over the weekend, I stayed at 1300 calories per day for the rest of the week. That means on Friday, Saturday and Sunday, I would have needed to consume roughly 12,100 calories per day to offset what I did on the first 4 days of the week and have enough excess energy to store as 6 pounds of fat. So yeah, bullshit. Six pounds of bullshit.
Another exciting "First Light with AnotherDamnCook". Topics discussed: My use of "um" and "anyway", tacos, diet deviation, excess skin and penis wrinkles, the new Dune, body hair... Pretty much the usual.
