Why I won't be rooting for the Steelers this weekend.

I'm not sure what I'll be munching on during the Super Bowl, but I know I'll be rooting for Seattle. Not because I give a shnit about the coffee-drinking wussy Seahawks, but because Steelers fans tend to be obnoxious assholes.

Until next year, I can only dream of what might have been for my Colts.

"Eat the grass, bitch!"

Probably not something I would do, but...

that's just me. By "something" I mean scavange New York City dumpsters

for food in an effort to show how Americans tend to be wasteful. The people who do this sort of thing call themselves "Freegans." Cute. I don't think too many will pay attention or change their behavior, but the group does have a point. I wonder what they find hanging outside the dumpsters of the Time Warner Building?

From Martha's Prison

Shame on the Discovery Home Channel for reviving From Martha's Kitchen. Stewart was, of course, convicted on numerous counts of, basically, obstructing the investigation into her ImClone stock shenanigans. That conviction, by the way, was recently upheld by the Second Circuit.

What's next from Discovery Home? Entertaining with O.J.?

No, no, you're right, comparing Martha Stewart with O.J. Simpson isn't fair. O.J. was acquitted at his trial, Martha was convicted.

Oooh, sign me up!

One feature in this month's Bon Appétit is an article on ideas for a Super Bowl party. What's on the menu? A pork sandwich with red peppers, a salad, and jicama sticks.... We are not kidding.

These ideas were purportedly generated by a man. A man who either (1) has never been to a Super Bowl party; (2) does not know what the Super Bowl is; or (3) has never seen a football game.

If I went to a Super Bowl party and saw this as the food offering, I'd leave. It sounds like the kind of party this guy would have. Seriously, Bon Appétit, if this is the best you can come up with, don't even try.

Those cockroaches? They're... uh... just a topping.

The New York Post reports (registration required) that Mario Batali's Otto scored a "below average" rating for health code violations recently.

Ryan Tarpey, general manager of celebrity chef Mario Batali's Fifth Avenue pizza emporium Otto, said he was not surprised when a health inspector hit the joint with a below-average score of 21 after spending four hours nosing around last October.

"You look hard enough, you can find anything," said Tarpey, who said Otto fixed the cited violations.

Hamburger America

Caught this wonderful documentary on the Sundance Channel, of all places, last night. No annoying narrator. The filmmaker just let the people tell their own stories.

You get to see hamburgers slathered in peanut butter (wtf?) and the "Butter Burger"--a hamburger topped with, I'd guess, 2 or 3 tablespoons of butter, pictured here:

Back to my occasional posting.

Now that football season is officially over (i.e. the Colts lost), and I won't be spending my free time at the indystar message boards or googling the news for the Colts, I can turn my attention back to the blog.

One thing I've been meaning to post is that the November/Thanksgiving issue of Gourmet is, without question, the worst since I've been reading the magazine. What was that on the cover? Some miso glazed turkey thing? Their best Thanksgiving issue was '99, and I still often refer to it.

The only thing of interest in the latest Thanksgiving issue was this ad for the Philips Ambilight TV:

Here's how I would have captioned the ad: "Philips Ambilight. Make your girlfriend's breasts look bigger."

Without Ambilight:

With Ambilight:

God bless the good people at Philips.