What'd you eat for dinner last night? Pizza and beer. But the pizza had mushrooms on it, so it was totally healthy.
Favorite food: Thanksgiving (everything part of that).
Least favorite food: Broccoli happens to be the foulest tasting thing on the planet, I don't care how much cheese you put on it.
Favorite dessert: It's hard to say no to a slice of red velvet cake these days. That, or those popsicles that tell you jokes.
Favorite local restaurant and meal to order there: Cornish Pasty- The Pilgrim (see Favorite Food).
Favorite local bar and cocktail to order there: I'm a man of class, so anywhere that has Pabst Blue Ribbon on tap. I'm there.
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Favorite thing to cook at home: Cereal.
Favorite memory involving food: I was a kid, maybe 5 or 6, and my mother was making broccoli cheese soup (I know, all I am doing is bashing broccoli today). Sounded disgusting to me, and I went into brat mode declaring "I ain't eating that!" Dinner comes, I sit idly not touching my soup, and the fury in my mother builds. Attempting to dodge getting yelled at, I now declare, "I don't feel very good," in an attempt to leave the table. To call my bluff, my mother says, "I'll take your temperature, but if you don't have a fever I'm going to shove this soup down your throat!" She brings in the thermometer and I sit for 2 very long minutes. Finally, she examines it to reveal I have a temperature of 102 or something. I was saved by the gods that share my hatred of broccoli!
Recipe or food tip to share: Frozen White Castle burgers are nothing like the real thing.