Golden Browned Retriever… Yum!

Just in case you missed the news, here’s the article from ABC. Normally, I wouldn’t post anything from them, but Jake Tapper wrote this one, and since he’s ABC’s only honest journalist, up it goes! All I know is something must taste mighty good at the White House… ‘ Which reminds me, has anyone seen that [...]

Uncle Hog’s Unnecessary Recipes #004: Lesbian Rock Star Rumaki

Actually, this one should be a ‘necessary’ recipe. This sh*t is to die for/from. If you want this to last for the entire Daytona 500, you might want to make more than this. I don’t know what your friends are like, but mine are a bunch of pigs. Hey, what else did you expect? Here I’ve [...]

Uncle Hog’s Unnessary Recipes #003 Or, “Someone Left An Upside-down Cake Out In the Rain”

More like: Some radio DJ just went to take a dump during that insufferably long song (now there’s a mental image we can all cherish!). The song MacArthur Park was an inexplicable hit back in the late 1960′s (possibly because DJ’s from everywhere always played it whenever they had to go take a dump… so it [...]

Cleaning out the freezer #002… or putting the pork back in the pig

I really hate moving. The only reason I’ve been in this old dump for all this time is (hey wait… “This Old Dump”™? — sounds like a good name for a TV show!),  because I hate moving. But never mind that, I’m moving into the Brand New Dump!™ Let’s get on with it. I suppose I could [...]

a$$hole casserole

So I’m moving into my new ‘crib’ in February —after 15 years here — and I need to get rid of some stuff. I think I’ll start with the refrigerator. Okay, nevermind the fridge part, cause it looks (and smells) like a horror movie. I’ll get around to that later when I’m ready to go to [...]

my balls are bleu!

Cordon Bleu, that is. I wish I could meet the inventor of this tasty treat so I could shake his hand. On second thought, maybe I could just tip my  hat, or something. No telling where his hand might have been. But nevermind that, this is a Triumph in the world of junk food, and it [...]

sh*t: it’s what for dinner!

Why do they do stuff like this? It’s totally unnecessary. We are not running out of food. And another thing: Where in the hell do they find people to taste-test this sh*t? Oh wait, they’re in Japan? Nevermind.

who’s hungry?

There’s something obviously just WRONG about this, and yet it feels so right! Guilty pleasures, ya’ll. Guilty pleasures!

Singing food

Dood. When your pizza starts singing to you, it’s time to have another slice! I have to admit: I love Tobasco.

Kids: Don’t do this either… let Mom do it!

Those kitchen knives are sharp and you might get an owie… or worse.