Oh, y'all...Get ready for Epicurious-meets-Disney-meets-Timothy Leary.
You know I hate to be a hater, and I especially hate hating on fellow bloggers, since I am only a part-time temp in the steno pool of the blogosphere.
But in this case I will make an exception. Check this out: The cute food blog.
God love 'em. You know their mommas do...and repressed, suburban Martha Stewart wannabes...and Japanese teenagers who wear shaggy pink legwarmers and carry $2,000 Hello Kitty backpacks. But that's surely the outermost limits of their appeal.
I fully understand and appreciate the concept of Food As Art, but Canadian bacon geese? Really? Pork as a modeling medium? I think even Emeril might draw the line there.
Don't get me entirely wrong, Americans of the Southern persuasion can get pretty extravagant with food. I submit as "Exhibit A" Hummingbird Cake. Eight layers of banana and cream cheese insanity. But there is a distinct difference between extravagant and...stupid.
But then again...I am -very seriously-considering constructing a Marcel Duchamp urinal entirely of miniature marshmallows and submitting a photo to the site.