Posted on January 30th, 2008 by Colin
This last weekend, I took another trip out to an area notorious for being white and rich: The Hamptons.
We made some delicious fried chicken out of Padma Lakshmi’s new cookbook, Tangy, Tart, Hot, and Slutty: I’m the Host of Top Chef Listen to my Opinions Blah or whatever it’s is actually called.
I made a video of the experience. I kind of was inspired by Ina Garten’s show, Barefoot Contessa, and tried to take lots of sexy close up action shots of food. Coming out to the Hamptons, I felt just like her 60 year old gay florist friend, Robbie. Ina introduces the show, “Robbie’s coming over tonight, and I’ve decided to make his favorite… pancetta rubbed southern fried chicken with creamed spinach and a very special gruyere mac ‘n cheese. For desert we have a chocolate torte in a lake of raspberry sauce. He’s had a really tough day so I want to do something extra special. It’s a surprise… shhh,” rasping in the restrained voice of a plump fag hag in denial.
But as usual, I got drunk and the thing turned into an annoying amalgamation of incomprehensible bullshit. But since I personally find it funny, I’m sharing it anyways.
In case you can’t tell at the end of the video, I don’t know the lyrics to Britney Spears’ “Gimmer More.”
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January 30th, 2008 at 2:51 pm
My dry hand looks purple.
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February 1st, 2008 at 10:35 am
that “wet hand, dry hand” sequence was strangely hypnotic. i could have listened to / watched that all weekend. “wet hand, dry hand, wet hand, dry hand, wet hand, dry hand … oh hey barry manilow.”
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Fist Patrick reply on February 1, 2008:
Whoops! I thought that was Rod Stewart.