Discussion in 'Off The Beaten Track' started by Whitneyskates, Mar 25, 2013.
And yet, she has CHEF friends and can't cook...
Maybe because she gets them joosed up on cocktails like this?
Her autobiography is "bargain priced" at Amazon. Someone is selling a used copy for 84 cents
Also, according to this story, the first fiction book (with another to come) was supposed to be released this past summer. What happened? Was Nasty Sandy too joosed to dictate her vague ideas to the ghostwriter too busy with all her other wonderful projects to finish her manuscript
I will never forget the the most infamous comment by a reviewer made on the FoodNetwork site concerning her recipe
" I TOOK SHITS THAT LOOKED BETTER THAN THIS!!!"
Ole Puddin'Cups is now an author. I cannot wait to read the part where the male love interest pops balloons filled with perfume and gets a rash from the pixie stix that have been spread on his sheets.
I'll read it while devouring a bowl of vanilla ice-cream shaped like a baked potato and covered in soggy discarded pie crusts.
At school we've decided we're going to get drunk and write a shitty romance/cooking novel to compete with Sandy's masterwork. And since we've decided that she's essentially fallen for the Brawny paper towel man in her book, we're going to include a lot of tangents about how incredibly absorbent Brawny paper towels are. The cover will probably be a smashed vodka bottle with a destroyed angel food cake in the background. There will be romance, intrigue, and plenty of easy DIY recipes that will include either Lipton's onion soup mix, Betty Crocker confetti cake mix, or both. And talk of paper towels.
Scintillation, please post it!!
Actually I had forgotten about russipees for Nasty Sandy's "fiction" book. I wonder if it will be like one of these horrible books:
[and yeah, I know they're horrible because I've read them }
A titillating excerpt:
"It seemed ages that they stared deeply in to each others eyes, before Sandra remembered what she needed to do. 'Gary, hand me a bowl," she whispered. 'I need to bake this cake.' 'Oh yes,' he purred, 'yes you do.' Gary handed her a bowl and the Betty Crocker funfetti delight box of cake mix. Without looking away, he handed her the necessary spatula and whisk. She couldn't help but think how amazingly erotic this simple act had become. Would he count how many times she whisked the cake before she poured in to the 8" cake pan? Her mind in a haze, she grabbed 2 eggs and some water. Suddenly her mind went blank. 'Oh,' she murmured, 'oh-'
'Oh don't worry,' Gary said. 'I didn't forget the oil.'
'Oh thank you,' Sandra sighed. 'But we're also going to need some paper towels. You have no idea where that frosting could end up.'"
We're gonna need a lot of whiskey for this.
This is awesome!!!
That book is about as exciting as a song I remember from the B52's.
"ummm! How about a Devil's Food cake!"
"How about a Pineapple Upside Down Cake!"
"You know, I read where it takes a long time to RISE!"
"oooh, yeah! Let's get this thing in the oven!"
I love you guys SO MUCH!!!
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