My friend posted about this stuff on Facebook and, though I’ve never heard about it before, I knew I had to get some. Immediately.
Not only am I completely enraged with my friend for making me aware of this goodness, but I am considering suing Trader Joe’s for the near-lethal quantity I have been consuming.
Cookie butter is the quintessential “eating in your underwear” food. I spoon this stuff down my throat, straight from the jar, in my underwear. I do not eat it in front of anyone.
Perhaps it’s silly to think that the U.S. Air Force would serve their airmen something a little more, oh, I dunno–meaningful on Thanksgiving. But God bless America for giving them Cheetos.
Last summer, I jumped out of a plane with my brother and dad off the coast of Kauai. Last year, I ate a Puka Dog. I’m still not sure which is the greater triumph.
A Hawaiian take on the classic hot dog, a Puka Dog seems wrong, but feels so right. Except if you have more than one. Then you’ll just feel like vomiting, which we nearly did.
Before you can even think about eating this in your underwear, it’ll be gone–that’s how good it is. Then you’ll think, Yum–I want another, but I assure you, you don’t. Have one and be done.
My friend and fellow culinary classmate shared this magnificent piece of artwork with the class and it would be just wrong to not pass it along. (Note: I cannot locate the original source of this image, and take zero credit for its existance.)
This past summer, I spent my birthday at my parents’ house. We spent much of our time lounging on the deck, drinking beer, eating a tremendous spread and analyzing recipes.
My mom gave me a gift that is as much hilarious as it is functional.
I recently wore this while preparing a “carbo-loading” dinner (post to come) for me and someone special. Thanks, mama, for giving me a feminine edge in the kitchen.
eating in your underwear 