In Which My Husband Gets Really Weirded Out
*little girl squeal*
Watching... "Feasting on Asphalt"... Alton Brown... spikey-haired geek god of food... taught me more than anyone (except my grandma) about cooking... he's on the road... ISLE OF PALMS? Holy poo! That's like... like... really really close to where I live! Alton was inhaling the same humid, stinky air as me and I didn't even know!
*heart palpitations*
Mt. Pleasant?? Highway 17?? Where in the pluff mud is Jack's Cosmic Dogs!? I must go here and build a shrine to His Wonderfulness! I might be able to extract some of his latent DNA and smear it on the inside of my refrigerator so that part of him will permeate everything I put in my mouth.
That would be so cool.
*siiigh*
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2 Comments:
I know where Jack's is! It's right near where 41 and 17 intersect. On the right if you were heading North towards Myrtle. Heard about them, have to try them since Alton went there.
Love him!
And I agree about the memory foam. We paid $100 for a full size, but it's certainly better than $1500 or so for the actual mattress!
ok, the show, pretty cool. the fridge thing...kinda wierd.
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