It’s a birthday party for Rob of “Go Cook Yourself” and we’re kicking up the AM with brunch that is un-fucking-believably dirty – Steak and Truffled Eggs in Pancetta Cups. Actually, knowing us, you’d believe it.
Category: The Morning After
Breakfast and Brunch
Today, of all days, is Prune Breakfast Month. And given that all that we do is unapologetically sexy, our breakfast prunes should be in ice cream form. And to top it off, we want a swig of Armagnac, a French brandy of epic awesomeness, to warm us all the way down to our dirty bits.
There’s a time and a place for the abomination that is fruitcake, and that’s when you’re dead. Into my cold, dead, beautifully manicured hands, that’s when I want someone to hand me a fucking fruit cake. I don’t care how much booze is in that damn cake – it’s not enough.