We know what you’re thinking, “these queers sure love their cauliflower.” I guess it’s another gay stereotype we are guilty of. We love Bravo-housewife wine-fights, Dolly Parton, overpriced swimsuits, and cauliflower.
We’ll be the first to admit we were a little late to the kale party. It was just hard to get us too worked up over an ingredient that isn’t traditionally breaded, fried and dipped in gravy and/or Ranch dressing.
Yes, we are still alive. Unfortunately, we haven’t been posting as frequently as we’d like to, but in our defense, it is pool-body prep season and half of this blog team is still young, single, and craving a Pringle.
We’re pretty sure that Thanksgiving is Old English for ‘Dinner of Casseroles.’ Seriously, if it isn’t baked in a 13×9 dish, swimming in Campbell’s Cream of ANYTHING, it wasn’t served at our Turkey Day dinner tables growing up.