Thursday, February 16, 2006
The E Stands For Emeril
Last night we ventured over to the home of Bo and Joe E to visit with them and the fetching Miss Brooklyn. We all fawned over the munchkin as Joe E slaved over a hot stove to prepare dinner. Now, this was not a normal "guy prepared" dinner, with a couple of those cheap-ass frozen pizzas and bunch of tater-tots (Not that there's anything wrong with that). Not only was the food all made from scratch and delizioso, but there was a flare of presentation here that you just don't expect from a hockey junkie like Joe E. There was even a sprig of some green stuff (cilantro, I think) sitting atop a big pile of perfectly al dente pasta that looked like it could model for the menu at an expensive ristorante italiano. And the sauce? He needs to jar that shit up and sell it on the open market. In fact, that's probably what he's doing. He's a pusher. Suck 'em in, get 'em hooked, then nail 'em. Like Jimmy's Grandma's gumbo, the first one's free. I go over there later, I'm gonna have to pay.
As if that wasn't impressive enough, along comes dessert: homemade cheesecake with Bing cherries, perfectly presented with that red stuff drizzled all over it. Here's the kicker - Joe E hates cheesecake. He'd rather take an Al MacInnes slap shot to the nads than try to down a bite of the stuff. And yet he made one that had everybody licking their plates a la Homer Simpson.
And he even washed the dishes afterwards.
OK, ladies, back off. He's spoken for.
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As if that wasn't impressive enough, along comes dessert: homemade cheesecake with Bing cherries, perfectly presented with that red stuff drizzled all over it. Here's the kicker - Joe E hates cheesecake. He'd rather take an Al MacInnes slap shot to the nads than try to down a bite of the stuff. And yet he made one that had everybody licking their plates a la Homer Simpson.
And he even washed the dishes afterwards.
OK, ladies, back off. He's spoken for.
