| Spring Break is almost here, but I'm swamped with tests and homework. I just have to survive the next 3 days and I'M HOME FREE! One thing that bugs me, however, is that our traditional water war won't be up for this year. Yep, the good old days are long gone.
Ok, my brother and I always thought of Emeril Lagasse as an ass-clown. His cooking show sucks, plus he has an annoying habit of screaming out, "BAM!", when he seasons his food. So, as I searched for food in the pantry, I was shocked to see Emeril's ugly mug in the spice rack, staring straight at me with that unique look of jack-assery that only he can pull off. Yep, my parents apparently succumed to my worst enemy (they bought the product), as it sat there, taunting and tempting me to try his "essence." Mr. Lagasse turned out to be a very influential man, as I opened up the bottle and for an insant, forgotten why I had hated him in the first place. I sprinkled the "essence" to my dollop of ketchup, and was surprised to find out that it actually made it taste better. The bastard actually knows how to season food, and damn it, I'm compelled to say "BAM!" everytime I season mine. I even recommended that my brother try some, to which he sitll declines, probably still thinking that Emeril is an ass-clown. Well, he is, but that doesn't make his "essence" worse. And so, Emeril is half forgiven, and is partly ok in my book. I look at this with some relief, seeing as I still have Bobby Flay to whole-heartedly hate.
* A face that only a mother could love. |
