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A San Francisco Girl's Down and Dirty Adventures in the Culinary Playground

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Oakes Town

Nancy Oakes came to sign her pretty new cookbook at Jon's work today. Lucky bastard that husband of mine. I couldn't skip out and go, but he said she was extremely lovely. And she didn't even flinch when he complimented her husband's sausages.

Really, they could bring in rockstars for events and I don't think we'd be nearly as stoked as we get for these chefs that come in. Except when Bobby Flay came. I hate Bobby Flay.


"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
--La Rochefoucauld


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Would you still lurv me if I told you I kinda had the hots for Flay-dude?

I just love me the slightly sleazy boy.

So shoot me.

10/11/2005 11:24 PM  
Blogger Joy said...

Of course I would, lovie. I just think he's a jackass:).

10/12/2005 6:21 AM  
Blogger Sam said...

fatemeh? hots for the flay dude? what's wrong with you, love?
I have the hot's for his Mesa Grill burger, though, so if I was blindfolded I spose I could put up with him.

Have they had Rachael Ray or Alton Brown yet?

10/12/2005 10:11 AM  
Blogger Joy said...

No -- I wish Ray Ray and Alton would come though.

Rachael because I want to tell her how much I love to hate her, and Alton because I just adore him. I always follow his flawless turkey guidelines at Thanksgiving. And since he bases his approach on science, the visit would be a match made in heaven, no?

10/12/2005 11:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yea, yea, I know Sam. It's one of those peculiarities I can't rightly explain.

10/12/2005 2:03 PM  

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