Bluth Family Love Banners.
These will be all over my house this week.
Why I think I will!
My girlfriend is an artist. I might cry.
We partnered with Music Videos Without Music to bring you Macklemore’s “Thrift Shop” in a brand new way. Check out more of Mikolaj Gackowski’s work.
This reeks of sound design 101 assignments. I love it.
Tacos: how do they work?
When you’re right, you’re right.
Lee Head-Tilt Pace
Handsome McHotPieMaker! Unf. Man crush A+ #1.
The original hipsters and my favorite ladies as of late: Laverne & Shirley (Penny Marshall & Cindy Williams).
Breakfast is changing.
I feel it in the eggs.
I feel it in the batter.
I smell it in the kitchen.
Sit back a spell and let me tell you the legend of the Breakfast Mountain. Once uttered by an incredibly ill and dizzy Elizabeth, the very idea of a mountain of breakfast seemed unlikely and ultimately impossible.
While I have been experimenting with breakfast molehills, I finally had the opportunity to construct a Breakfast Mountain for six guests. Yours may be different, but my mountain consists of:
- a sturdy base of at least one dozen pancakes
- turkey bacon arranged oh-so-fancifully
- a heavy layer of hash browns
- more turkey bacon
- eggs, any style
- top with your choice of syrup, picante, and/or hot sauces
Until our next Breakfast Mountain, let us sing of its glory…
Breakfast Mountain Song:
Far over the Breakfast Mountain rise,
Leave us in awe of the height,
What once were lone ingredients,
We will now consume with our might.
Syrupy mountain beneath a moon,
The hunger unspoken, we’ll eat thee soon,
For home a recipe that echoes on,
And all who find us will know it’s legend.
Some food we never forget,
Stomach aches we never forgive,
Haven’t seen the back of us yet,
We’ll eat as long as we live.
We must awake and make the dish,
To satiate a hungry heart and soul.
Far away from Breakfast Mountain warm.
It’s been slightly updated since last year, but it hasn’t lost its charm. Here’s my winter gift to you: “Winter Songs That Don’t Suck.”