Eighty-five of the English Pounds for the Sandwich?
The Selfridges they will have to go to much greater lengths if they wish to win in the ridiculously expensive foods competition.
Manolo says, the Manolo he has the very complex relationship with the Rachel Ray.
On the one of the hands the Manolo finds the Rachael Ray to be supremely annoying, in the same way that the Manolo finds the Katie Couric to be annoying, which it is to say, that the Manolo disapproves of the bossy/bitchy person who hides behind the perky/nice exterior.
Yet, at the same of the time, the Manolo finds that the Rachael Ray she has the trainwreck quality; it is the rolling disaster, and many persons are injured, but you cannot take your eyes off of it.
And yet, on the third of the hands, there is this evidence from the Willamette Week Online.
In town to tape segments for another of her shows, Tasty Travels, Ray had already bought five pairs of shoes before spending time at the Pearl Bakery and Powell’s….
And so one must suspect that the Rachael Ray loves the shoes, and the loving of the shoes, it goes far with the Manolo.
And yet, on the fourth of the hands, there are the “cookbooks” in which the Rachael Ray suggests the making of the ultra-rapid meals out of the mundane items like the frankfurters and the canned sawdust, things you would serve to your family if you hated them.
And then there is the elimination of the Tony Danza, which, yes you feel sorry for the Tony Danza, such the befuddled and mostly harmless character, but this, is it not the sort of televised mercy killing? Something that ends the suffering?
So, as you may see, it is the love-hate-hate-love-disgusted-by-appalled-by sort of the relationship, in which the Manolo still finds that he cannot cease watching the Rachael Ray, if only to see what latest atrocities against fashion and common sense she has committed.
Manolo says, finally, the Manolo’s much anticipated Food Blog, it is here!
The Manolo trusts that you will find in this place much to entertain and amuse you.
Indeed, the Manolo himself, he has many reasons to be pleased with what is, and will be happening at this blog.
In the first of the places, the Manolo he has managed to secure the blogging and editing services of his good friend, the Mr. Henry, who is, in the grand tradition of the Manolo bloggers, the possessor of the powerful and entertaining writerly voice. Even the better he knows the food and cuisine, and has the discriminating and refined tastes that mark the person of quality.
Although, do not take the Manolo’s word for this. Instead, read the Mr. Henry’s introductory essay, Mr. Henry’s Appetite.
In the second of the places, the Manolo has been lucky in convincing the Jason of the Stormhoek Winery to write about the wine for this blog.
The Jason he is not only supremely knowledgeable about the wine, he is also one of the geniuses behind the amazing success of the Stormhoek Winery, the wines of which will be introduced to America later this year, introduced with the most unusual campaign: 100 Geek Dinners in 100 Days.
In the third of the places–or perhaps this it belongs in the first of the places–the Manolo most pleased because he has finally the place where he can talk about the second great love of his life, after the shoes, and that is the food.
It is not the secret that the Manolo is something of the gourmand, and the food and the drink are often the topics of his undivided attention.
And so what could be better than to have the special place where we may come together to enjoy the fine food and drink and the pleasant and amusing company of our friends.
Manolo says, to inaugurate this new blog, here is the post that marrys the Manolo’s two great passions, the food and the fashion, although what is shown below is not exactly to the taste of the Manolo.
These pictures they are from the Fall 2006 collection of the designer Jeremy Scott. Let us be generous and say that perhaps he is striving to be whimsical, rather than ridiculous.
Perfect for wearing to the Sons of the Italy Columbus Day Ball!
If the soda jerk, he gave the Manolo the huge cone with only the two tiny scoops, the Manolo he would send it back and demand the new one.
Mayor McCheese, The College Years.
Manolo says, Guacamole!
As one would imagine the Manolo he is not immune to the tropical charms of the finely-crafted guacamole. Indeed, it can be among the greatest of the appetizers, if done well.
Avocados, lime juice, the finely-diced red onion, chopped cilantro, the salt and the pepper, and perhaps as the Manolo has done here above, the little chopped tomato. So simple.
Of the course, the secret it is entirely in the quality of the avocados. Bad avocados, bad guacamole. Good avocados, good guacamole.
The Manolo, he is happy to report that the avacodos for this particular guacamole they were fine. Yes, fine, but not superior. For that one must be close to the source, perhaps in the charming town of the Carpinteria, where the living it is easy, and the heavily-laden trees offer up fruit to whomsoever can reach up from the sidewalk and pluck them from the branchs.
Oddly for the Manolo, however, the single best guacamole he has ever consumed it was in most unlikely of places: downtown Tucamcari, in the New Mexico, at the tiny, unassuming mom-and-the-pop restaurant called the El Toro Cafe. The dish it was the “guacamole salad”, presumably because it came with the chopped iceberg lettuce. It was and remains perfectly memorable, with the sort of vegetable-fatty richness and flavor that the Manolo has never again experienced.
The Manolo says, if you are perhaps stranded in the Tucumcari (and who has not, at some point, been stranded in the Tucumcari?) then you must visit the El Toro. He suspects that the guacamole could never again possibly be as good as it was that one time (nothing is ever as good the second time), but the traditional New Mexican food was good enough to justify the visit to this unprepossessing place.