Le cul entre les deux chaises

An American Spaniard in France or: How I Learned to Make an Ass of Myself in Three Cultures


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Go Sox!

red sox nationThe Red Sox will have already played their first game in the World Series by the time this post goes live, but I’ll be asleep and won’t know the outcome till later. (ESPN is predicting they’ll be bringing the title home so I’m not worried.) Still, the great thing about the World Series is that it’s a best-of-seven contest, so anything can happen.

To commemorate the Series, here’s Ylvis (the Norwegian comedy team responsible for this summer’s “The Fox“) with a song about the great Bay State.

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Healing through snacking

I can’t bake. As a skill, it combines two of the things I’m bad at (math and science). For the past few years, I’ve also literally not been able to bake since I haven’t lived in a place with an oven. Both of these facts posed significant obstacles when I was looking around for ways to cheer myself up and kept reading about how people were making cookies or cakes after being shaken up by the Boston bombings. I still wanted to do something for myself, so I fell back on my default position: make some variation on peanut butter cups.

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Chocolate covered pretzels with peanut butter (for dipping) was the result. Added bonus: they take very little time to prepare and are quickly ready to eat.

Le cul’s Sweet Carolines (they’re “so good, so good“)

  1. Melt baker’s chocolate in the microwave. (I lined the bowl with wax/parchment paper to lessen mess-factor.)
  2. Dip, dredge or drizzle chocolate on pretzels. Place on wax/parchment paper.
  3. Sprinkle with good salt. (None of that table salt business.)
  4. Place in freezer until chocolate has hardened to your taste.
  5. Slather with peanut butter.
  6. Smile quietly while licking fingers (bowl licking optional).

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Saturday Night (Live) Special: Masshole jokes

In another life, I never would have left Massachusetts. I won’t go into the things I loved about living there but one of the big ones is the way people talk. The language, unofficially known as Mass-ese (spoken predominantly by Massholes) is full of colorful adjectives and specific phrasing that, for my money, can’t be beat.

Saturday Night Live,” no stranger to making fun of natives of Red Sox Nation (go Sox!), featured a news story on last week’s “Weekend Update” segment about how a school board in the state sent letters to the homes of students it deemed “obese.”

Seth Meyers on SNL, March 2, 2013 (NBC)

Seth Meyers on SNL, March 2, 2013 (NBC)

Seth Myers, a New Hampshire boy well versed in how to be a New Englandah, delivered the punchline with just the right accent.

"Your kid is a wicked porker."

“Your kid is a wicked porker.”

BONUS: SNL and WU-desk alum Amy Poehler punked Meyers live on TV recently by pretending to be from New Hampshire.  Classic move from a real Masshole. I love her.