OK, so, bad news, you guys. I didn’t win the cooking contest on Sunday. Now, that’s fine — we knew it was a long shot. But this is the third defeat as of late — first there was no love for my Project Foodbuzz video (OK, yes, I said “anal probe” on camera, fine, I deserved that) and then no love for my Foodbuzz/Nature’s Pride mac and cheese (so unfair –I intentionally neutered that post!).
I realized, perhaps, that I’m just entering the wrong contests. And then I realized, Hmmm…maybe I should just create the perfect contest.
You know, a contest a girl like me would actually have a shot in hell of winning.
So the wheels started turning (seriously, like 20 minutes ago, I’m impulse posting here) and I started coming up with some ideas for challenges. Obviously, there would be a nothing-but-the-apron cooking challenge. And a cook-for-someone-you-just-banged challenge. Oh, and a super-easy-recipe-you-can-cook-drunk challenge. Or maybe just a you-can’t-even-taste-the-booze cocktail contest? A tell-me-how-much-you-love-food essay contest. Maybe a broke-ass-ho cheap dinner idea? And perhaps a give-me-your-best-double-entendre-laced-recipe finale.
And you wouldn’t have to be a blogger to enter. I’d make it so that anyone who likes spinning gold in the kitchen — or at least likes trying to — slash anyone whose dads read their blog could be a part of it.
See, this is why people like when I get riled up! I’m more fun this way.
Anyway, if enough people want to do it, I’ll organize it this weekend! Let me know if you’d be down for some good times in your kitchen over the next few weeks and I’ll make it happen.