Food Police Need to Stand Down
Random thoughts while wondering what ever happened to Cotton Nash:
Food Police Dept.: As someone who enjoys cooking at an intermediate level, I am getting damned tired of some of these food snobs bashing people for no reason.
While it true Rachel Ray is not a trained chef, she does have tremendous appeal to the masses by making cooking fun and interesting for people that don't normally cook. If, by watching her show, someone is inspired to go into their kitchen, dust off their stove and prepare a meal that doesn't require a microwave or preservatives, they will be rewarded.
It's about the love of the game, kids and getting people to realize that the four food groups aren't Swanson, Banquet, McDonalds and Pizza Hut. Give people a little confidence and know how in the kitchen and they will be able to adapt recipies to the apparent standard the food police have decided it should be.
While it doesn't take a chemist to figure out what Rachel puts on the table isn't lean cusine, it's still better than anything form your grocer's freezer case. And, if you want to shoot at Rachel, then you need to take some shots at Emeril, Ina, Wolfgang and the rest of the "I never met a dish with heavy cream I didn't like" crowd.
The food police need to figure out that people are just starting to get back in the kitchen. Rachel Ray and the Food Network are a big part of that. They are the ESPN of food networks, supplying information to the lowest common denominator and an audience that will suck it up and view it as gospel and run with it. If your mission is to make yourself feel better about yourself by bashing untrained hobbiests like me, it's not working. Please, get over yourselves.
Jellyfish Dept.: Looks like Norv Turner is the leader in the clubhouse in the "You too can be AJ Smith's errand boy" sweepstakes. Johnny Olson, tell Norv what he's already won.
Just a thought. If Ted Cottrell is the be all and end all, why not make him head coach? Won't the Chargers draw the ire of people like Jesse Jackson when they hire an African-American coordinator first and then give the head coaching job to a twice fired, recycled white guy? And if I'm ted Cottrell, I'm not coming because why is it I'm good enough to hold a clipboard and run the defense but not good enough to run the entire show?
This picture makes no sense to me at all except to call Louie the Lizard and take my money off the Chargers for next season.
On Second Thought Dept.: (Loss of Income + dissassoiciation) * (public scorn + well organized protest groups) = Apology.
You really think Tim Hardaway has changed his mind and has seen the light or is just caving into the public pressure and the lecture he got from David Stern? Yeah, that's what I thought.
Close but No Cigar Dept.: Sorry Mark Martin. Close only counts in hand granades and horseshoes.
Note From The Doctor Dept.: Looks like Brett Favre is making his annual play to get out of mini camp.
Fun Police Dept.: Beat the number one team in the country, storm your home court in celebration and prepared to be boarded by the SEC. The reason for this is simple: Someone might get hurt and they may have a lawyer.
I miss the '70's.
Gender Bender Dept.: Memo to Renee Richards: The time to have regrets is before they cut it off, not after.
You Can Call Me Al Dept.: Another reason to love hockey: Great nicknames.
Flip-Flop Dept.: After years of positioning himself as the candiate of the middle and getting beat, John McCain has begun pandering to the right. He's trying to say all the right things to attract Christain voters. Or even more importantly, their money.
Here's a guy who said in 2000 that he would never be a tool of religion. The way he's changing his personality lately, he's turning into George Bush with Nam flashbacks.
Bill of Passage: If Hillary gets elected President, Bill has quietly found a new gig to avoid the embarrasment of having to hold tea parties at the White House.
Just out of curiosity, how would you address Bill Clinton if it did happen? Mr. President? Senator? You pergering, justice obstructing, skirt chasing piece of crap (the last one is Hillary's pet name for him.)
Not My DNA Dept.: The list of men who could be the father of Anna Nicole Smith's baby is now up to six. We're still waiting for Steve Garvey and Shawn Kemp to weigh in.
Hey, it could even be this guy.
Speaking of Anna Nicole, she probably won't be the last of a dying breed.
Needle Me Dept.: The next time you get drunk and want to get that earring put on your wanker, you might want to ask where the needle has been.
Upton Sinclair Would Be Proud Dept.: To think, we've had 100 years to get this right and we're still changing the rules.
Cold Hearted Dept.: Global warming my left buttock, Al Gore.
Hero to Zero Dept.: Memo to Nancy Perlosi: What say you worry less about playing chicken with GW and do something about this. You should all be ashamed.
Office Space Dept.: A guy is suing IBM for wrongful termination because he claims that he's an "Internet addict."
"Hi, I'm John and I'm an "Internet Addict" "Hi John" "It's been eight days since I last surfed for porn" (clapping)
David E. Kelley, you are on the clock.
Food Police Dept.: As someone who enjoys cooking at an intermediate level, I am getting damned tired of some of these food snobs bashing people for no reason.
While it true Rachel Ray is not a trained chef, she does have tremendous appeal to the masses by making cooking fun and interesting for people that don't normally cook. If, by watching her show, someone is inspired to go into their kitchen, dust off their stove and prepare a meal that doesn't require a microwave or preservatives, they will be rewarded.
It's about the love of the game, kids and getting people to realize that the four food groups aren't Swanson, Banquet, McDonalds and Pizza Hut. Give people a little confidence and know how in the kitchen and they will be able to adapt recipies to the apparent standard the food police have decided it should be.
While it doesn't take a chemist to figure out what Rachel puts on the table isn't lean cusine, it's still better than anything form your grocer's freezer case. And, if you want to shoot at Rachel, then you need to take some shots at Emeril, Ina, Wolfgang and the rest of the "I never met a dish with heavy cream I didn't like" crowd.
The food police need to figure out that people are just starting to get back in the kitchen. Rachel Ray and the Food Network are a big part of that. They are the ESPN of food networks, supplying information to the lowest common denominator and an audience that will suck it up and view it as gospel and run with it. If your mission is to make yourself feel better about yourself by bashing untrained hobbiests like me, it's not working. Please, get over yourselves.
Jellyfish Dept.: Looks like Norv Turner is the leader in the clubhouse in the "You too can be AJ Smith's errand boy" sweepstakes. Johnny Olson, tell Norv what he's already won.
Just a thought. If Ted Cottrell is the be all and end all, why not make him head coach? Won't the Chargers draw the ire of people like Jesse Jackson when they hire an African-American coordinator first and then give the head coaching job to a twice fired, recycled white guy? And if I'm ted Cottrell, I'm not coming because why is it I'm good enough to hold a clipboard and run the defense but not good enough to run the entire show?
This picture makes no sense to me at all except to call Louie the Lizard and take my money off the Chargers for next season.
On Second Thought Dept.: (Loss of Income + dissassoiciation) * (public scorn + well organized protest groups) = Apology.
You really think Tim Hardaway has changed his mind and has seen the light or is just caving into the public pressure and the lecture he got from David Stern? Yeah, that's what I thought.
Close but No Cigar Dept.: Sorry Mark Martin. Close only counts in hand granades and horseshoes.
Note From The Doctor Dept.: Looks like Brett Favre is making his annual play to get out of mini camp.
Fun Police Dept.: Beat the number one team in the country, storm your home court in celebration and prepared to be boarded by the SEC. The reason for this is simple: Someone might get hurt and they may have a lawyer.
I miss the '70's.
Gender Bender Dept.: Memo to Renee Richards: The time to have regrets is before they cut it off, not after.
You Can Call Me Al Dept.: Another reason to love hockey: Great nicknames.
Flip-Flop Dept.: After years of positioning himself as the candiate of the middle and getting beat, John McCain has begun pandering to the right. He's trying to say all the right things to attract Christain voters. Or even more importantly, their money.
Here's a guy who said in 2000 that he would never be a tool of religion. The way he's changing his personality lately, he's turning into George Bush with Nam flashbacks.
Bill of Passage: If Hillary gets elected President, Bill has quietly found a new gig to avoid the embarrasment of having to hold tea parties at the White House.
Just out of curiosity, how would you address Bill Clinton if it did happen? Mr. President? Senator? You pergering, justice obstructing, skirt chasing piece of crap (the last one is Hillary's pet name for him.)
Not My DNA Dept.: The list of men who could be the father of Anna Nicole Smith's baby is now up to six. We're still waiting for Steve Garvey and Shawn Kemp to weigh in.
Hey, it could even be this guy.
Speaking of Anna Nicole, she probably won't be the last of a dying breed.
Needle Me Dept.: The next time you get drunk and want to get that earring put on your wanker, you might want to ask where the needle has been.
Upton Sinclair Would Be Proud Dept.: To think, we've had 100 years to get this right and we're still changing the rules.
Cold Hearted Dept.: Global warming my left buttock, Al Gore.
Hero to Zero Dept.: Memo to Nancy Perlosi: What say you worry less about playing chicken with GW and do something about this. You should all be ashamed.
Office Space Dept.: A guy is suing IBM for wrongful termination because he claims that he's an "Internet addict."
"Hi, I'm John and I'm an "Internet Addict" "Hi John" "It's been eight days since I last surfed for porn" (clapping)
David E. Kelley, you are on the clock.
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