Oh Rochester, I am so proud.
GPOYW. Me and the old lady and a bunch of humans of whom I enjoy spending time with edition.
PLEASE TAKE SPECIAL NOTE OF MY FUCKING GLORIOUS MUSTACHE, THAT FUR-LINED LIP OF MAGNIFICENCE HAS EVACUATED MY FACE-SPACE, BUT DON’T WORRY, MANUARY IS NEAR.
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GPOYW. Grandma making sure i don’t fuck up the brussel sprouts edition.
as a bonus. my brussel sprouts recipe*:
Halve sprouts. Rinse em’ off, don’t fucking peel that shit, theyre going into a scorching hot oven, don’t be a pussy.
Put those fuckers in a low sided roasting pan/hotel pan
Olive oil
Salt and pepper the shit out of them
Brunoise some shallots, throw those on there too. And some mustard seed.
Put them in a 400 degree oven, they should take about 30-45 minutes depending on size and your oven.
Pull them out when they are tender and taste good.
Dice some bacon.
Brunoise some more shallots.
Cook bacon until perfectly cooked. Don’t fuck this up. Don’t touch a nonstick pan. They suck.
Take bacon out of pan. Reserve bacon fat.
Throw shallots into pan. Crank that fucking heat. Let them sautée in the bacon fat for about 4 minutes, let them caramelize a bit.
Add white wine, chardonnay works well because of it’s acid content and some dijon mustard, whisk the fuck out of it, add salt and pepper.
Dress the brussel sprouts with the vinagrette in the pan, drop that bacon on there too, toss that shit.
Receive the thanks of everyone you share my creation with, and revel in the idoltry of being viewed as a demigod.
*If any of you fuckers take my recipe with giving total credit to me, and nobody but me, I will hunt you down and eat your brussel sprouts.
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GPOYW. I play for keeps edition.
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Bonne anniversaire. Mon héros.
My mustachio’d journey is over. Thank god*.
*god does not, in my estimation, exist.
Movember. Home stretch edition.
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movember. day 21. going home for the holidays edition.
mustache. day 20. me and my caricature.