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.
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.