I just recently stumbled upon a really great website: DearBlankPleaseBlank.com. People write in (usually in the “Dear ____, Please ___” format), and some of the entries are really funny. (Dear Fork, I understand we haven’t spoken since I ran away with dish, but I thought you should know that you have a son. His name is Spork. He has your hair. Sincerely, Spoon, e.g.).
I absolutely love this concept and spent the better part of this evening thinking up a few of my own (nothing tops that Spork entry, though):
Stop being so possessive.
Dear Snooki et al,
Even I think you’ve gone overboard.
The Color Orange
We didn’t stand a chance.
I’m not kidding. This was one of the best dinners I’ve had in a loooong time. And one of the simplest. Coincidence? I hope not–everything delicious should be this easy.
You simply sear a peppered and salted steak (or two in our case, since we wanted leftovers) in a skillet with a little oil. Keep the drippings and add shallots, balsamic vinegar, and brown sugar, reducing until it’s a glaze (about one minute). Toss some arugula on your plate, top with Parmesan-buttered steak slices, balsamic glaze, and shredded Parmesan, and squeeze a lemon over top for good measure.
Hips don’t lie.
Katie’s, well, you know…