Here’s the deal. We seem to have contracted some sort of nasty stomach bug (happy Hanukah to us!), so we’re spending today on our couch drinking weak tea. We can’t much deal with the thought of any sort of food, so writing posts seems like a poor idea, but we still want you to have something to read because we are unnaturally invested in your ability to procrastinate at work. To this end, we’re going to take a page from MP: Chicago’s book and throw up (oh God, worst choice of words ever) a few oldies but goodies from the beginning of the year when this blog was just a tiny, unread baby. Enjoy, and hopefully we’ll be back tomorrow at full throttle (Charlie’s Angels 2. Sorry. We’re feverish and loopy).
Oh yeah, and in a winning moment of seeing how your sausage is made, you can now totally tell that we write our daily Amuse Bouche post the night before. Just think of it as another exciting look behind the scenes at MenuPages.
