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Allison Robicelli
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Allison Robicelli is a JBFA-nominated food & humor writer, former professional chef, author of four (quite good) books, and The People's Hot Pocket Princess. Need cooking advice? Tweet me @Robicellis.
Thank you! I feel very lucky I got off as easy as I did. Thank god for modern medicine.
I’m doing MUCH better! To be honest, I really only felt “sick” for two whole days; the rest of the time I had waves of crippling exhaustion. Today is the best I’ve had so far. Decent energy, and only mildly tired.
I love the surrealist aspect of Noel and Matt. (See my recap of Biscuit Week.) Like I said, this show is so far past jumping the shark, and I crave the chaos they bring. We’re through the looking glass now, baby! It’s madness, all of it!
I always loved Giuseppe, but if we were friends in person, he’d definitely the type whose balls I’d be busting all the time. I grew up Italian in Brooklyn, and it’s what we do. In fact, the more you like your friends, the more shit you give them. It’s what keeps my marriage together!
I want to watch a show where they drive around Europe on a motorcycle with a sidecar.
I will gladly leave my husband if that’s the case.
Does it really matter who won? They’re all stars now. Everyone’s a winner!
Like I said, I have enough material to write a book. These people have been such a blessing.
You don’t kiss the spatula, you suffer the consequences.
GUYS! YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY!!!
But yeah, to Giuseppe -- you can tell Paul wanted him to win for a few episodes, but tbh it really didn’t matter. Everyone was the best. Especially Lizzie.
I like freezing them individually, then popping them in the microwave for a minute or two for dessert.
I love hearing this so much! Thanks for letting me know. :)
You can!
I need douchebags to make fun of! Otherwise I need to write about sad, terrifying things that give me nightmares, like climate change and Burger King.
Find me someone else this spectacularly craptastic to make fun of.
Salt Bae is proof that there is no god.
I prefer not to think of what I’ve written as “clickbait.” Instead, think of it as “Giving the internet an opportunity to rip into Salt Bae.”
Because he’s being sexy.
Sentient Bernie is the funniest thing I’ve ever read about him that I haven’t personally wrote. Kudos to you, good sir!