Hey y'all, been a while. I know you were wondering: what took so long? What food and science fiction combination were we waiting for without knowing it?
Answers: of course, I've been busy time traveling (forward, at one second per second). I'm watching Lunopolis and chowing down on some tasty scotch eggs. In this post-diluvian world, I was hoping to watch Escape from New York, to see the Kurt Russellian apocalypse I missed out on because of Obama's competence in the face of the deluge. If only the government had collapsed into chaos and we had all gotten awesome ab tats! But, alas! Snake Plissken isn't on instantview, so I'm settling for this oddball Scientology-time-travel hybrid. My evaluation so far? Primer is a better indie time travel movie. Moon is a better lunar conspiracy theory movie. Let's pretend I'm watching Escape from New York.
Today we're gonna make some scotch eggs, which, like Kurt Russell's bare chest, are oily but appealing. Maybe a bit too rich. Ingredients are simple:
