Look at that hair on his chest (!). Plus, he's straight, and he's one year older than me. I need a powder.
Mr. Dacascos, welcome to the short list.
I never tire of the secret ingredient announcement: tofu, honey, buffalo, coconut ... I want it all. Although I have to admit that "beer" was not his best moment.
Wouldn't it be great if one day Dacascos did as he always does and eyes the waiting chefs for a pregnant beat or two, ratcheting up the anticipation for that secret ingredient announcement, then triumphantly unveiled a massive bin of phalli while bellowing "Dildo!" as a prank of sorts.
Imagine the stunned look on Bobby Flay's face or Cat Cora's eyes flattening into slits as her tongue instinctively curls around the corner of her upper lip, visions of impromptu "recipes" filling her naughty mind.
That's how things would roll if I were in charge, people. I am so underutilized.
Bonus mandatory admission: I want to rub Mario Batali's belly: rub rub rub rub rub.
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