Edible equivalent

of the Shatner reading. Almost.

Good take

on a pretty magical island -- I keep a photo on my desk of our last lunch there, which was absolute perfection.

An intelligent antidote

to the silly post-"Julie/Julia" debate.

No

comment -- just worth considering.

Or he could have just nattered on

about an umlaut. 

Bigger question?

Why aren't we all fat -- and finally it's addressed.

This fud business

is very complicated.

What does he know?

He only lives/eats/works there.

Better late

than to let a great piece go unread, although you would flip right past it in that scrunched-in magazine. You gotta wonder what happened to copy editors, though: Misspelling Bunyan in the fucking lede?

Love to know

the tipping point. . .

(Gleaned from Chowhound)

Not fud, just uplifting

Eye candy most appreciated when you can't afford new clothes.

Not fud, just excellent

And unfortunately not surprising.

Acerbic is

as acerbic was. Long may E David run. 

Fantasy job

Art & pastry. 

Au revoir to all that?

Maybe not: Two favorites sound as if they're holding up better than fine.

Not fud, just good

The buck never stops with the hypocrite. 

MIT

memories: Some stories are best told visually. 

(Filched from Andrew Sullivan.) 

Not really fud

but rather fascinating. Mrs. Chimp at this point was firmly ensconced in her chair with ashtray at hand.

Not quite enough

to atone for canning Froomkin for BS reasons, but still a very smart move. No loose lasagna there.

Another consequence

of the shutdown of the home ATM. Cheap chicken, however, will always be with us. 

I second this

annoyance.

Texas

the new Dubai.

(Filched from MenuPages Chicago -- we only get the Daily News on Sunday to keep up with murders NYT does not consider news.)

If there's a rule

there's a way around it: the new kugel.

Not fud, just damning

Yeah, where was the outrage? Tbogg is right: send those snowbillies back to the meth farm.  

Ode

to a particular island.