Inside Bet on the Straight Slide to Debtors Prison
Another feast come and gone. I got ambitious yesterday and whisked up a killer vegetarian gravy. I made it with walnuts which I believe rounded out the taste nicely. James Bond’s Thunderball was on the television. James Bond and cooking are a match made in heaven. All that action and airs of sophistication, it adds so much to whatever dish you’re preparing. It’s all about the process folks. Yesterday, for the first time, the delicious Quorn was introduced as the preferred turkey substitute. Although its name suggests that it could actually be one of James Bond’s arch nemesis’s, a sub-branch of SPECTRE perhaps, rest assured, Quorn has nothing but love for you and your family. I am very thankful for Quorn.

Now that the feasting is over it’s time to get the hell out of dodge. Fucking Las Vegas baby! I can’t think of a better place to go for anyone still suffering from post-November election despair. Commiserate with your fellow American’s in a singular place where all dreams go to die. I’ll be pushing whole John Candy-like families out of my way – trampling their plump children for sport. I will swim through shark tanks to be first in line at the baccarat tables. I want to breath only pumped in oxygen, eat feasts on the quarter hour, demand drinks on the eights, and sleep only on planes. I’m only hours away now…all my gym training will be put to good use…I got 007 on the brain and Vegas in my soul. I must go prepare. Things could get good.