I am well aware that I am in a place in my life where I have to contemplate any invitation to leave my room.
You must understand that I have created a very special place for myself in my room. I am becoming all too comfortable not leaving my bed for 14 hours…
I also do not like leaving my house because if I am away from the internet too long when I get back it is soooo hard to catch up. I actually get tired trying to cram in hours worth of information in minutes.
I am a pure disicple. I watch all the episodes, even the “sweets” centered ones, even though I don’t like desert. Today, they really disappointed me. Actually, they really angered me.
Guy had his first snowball today. He raved! It was his first time ever…and it was in TEXAS!
Is this a joke? Is this man raving about this beautful snowy sweet desert from a hole-in-the wall taqueria as if they re-invented the wheel. They didn’t! New Orleans did.
(Okay, I am not at all sure of that fact. I have no care to find out what city actually originated the snowball BUT I can say with certainty that like Emeril has taken New Orleans as his pseudo-hometown, this city has taken ownership of the snowball.)
I am incensed right now. Guy do your research, come to New Orleans and find one of the 75 snowball places we have here and get you a good one dude.
Then you can say the ‘ish is “money” or “bananas”…Whatever.