For those not in the know, a standard chicken burger contains wheat, meat, and gluten, and an old fashioned is a salubrious mingling of a thick slice of orange, muddled sugar (one or two cubes), two or three dashes of Angostura bitters, and two shots of Bourbon or Rye. Put everything but the booze underneath the ice cubes, which are optional and can be left out, if it isn't a hot day. Then pour the hard alcohol over.
Garnish with a maraschino cherry, or not.
I'm not entirely certain that Gwyneth Paltrow would disapprove of how this blogger ended his long day yesterday: spam-like pork luncheon meat out of a can, scrambled up with lots of fresh chilies and two eggs, with plenty of buttered toast, and hot sauce. Washed down with strong coffee, and followed by a full-bodied cigar while wandering around the neighborhood after ten o'clock. It was good. Damned good.
Who knows, she might approve.
"My food philosophy is: Nothing should be ruled out"
------G. K. Paltrow
What's for damned sure is that Vani Hari and Dr. Mehmet Oz would be horrified. But that's okay, because rational people pay neither of those two snake oil vendors no nevermind.
Though we do furiously begrudge them the obscene profit they make off stupid folks. Whom we should like to suck dry too.
What the buggery blazes is a 'chicken burger'?
That just ain't right, Gwyneth!
It needs red meat.
And bacon.
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