Don't you dare make a Cool Whip, frozen pound cake and berry dessert in the shape of an American flag. Don't you dare. Those crap-ass Parade magazine recipes represent everything that is evil in this world. Did your grandmother use Cool Whip? Hell no. Your grandmother made cakes with mayonnaise because she had no butter. She cried herself to sleep every night, because she knew that in the morning she'd have to squirt a packet of yellow dye into a pale white tub of margarine and spread that junk all over her toast, pretending to like it because anything else would seem unpatriotic. Cream in her coffee? What coffee? She boiled chicory root and thought real hard about what coffee tasted like. Your grandma ate the fake stuff because she had to. Times were tough. And you're too lazy to make your own pound cake and whip your own cream? She came up with two dozen recipes for Spam and this is how you show your respect? With whipped topping? You ought to have your ears boxed, you whiny, pathetic sack of ingratitude. Get back into that kitchen and show those old timers what you can do with a pound of sour cherries and a quart of real cream.
Low-carb Sodas Hit the Shelves
And they're as tasty as a diabetic koala's morning urine
In an unfortunate show of just-a-little-off timing, the major cola players have just rolled out their latest line extensions, low-carb, low-sugar colas designed to jump the Atkins bandwagon just as said conveyance is starting to go off the rails, as frustrated and carb-denied consumers rise up and say, as a nation, "Fuck this! I want a sandwich!"
Make it in a molcajete
Have you ever peered behind the counter at a fast food restaurant and seen some zitty 16-year-old squirting guacamole out of what appears to be a caulking gun? You're standing there, waiting for your burrito, thinking "hmm, the last time I used a caulking gun was to water-seal the gap between my new toilet and the floor. Man, that was a dirty job. Hey, those refried beans look just like ... whoa! Cancel that! I'm getting a salad." Get the picture? Faux-ca-mole is a bad, bad idea. Nothing good or even edible should come from a caulking gun.
The Smoking Ban: Phase Two
Bars Within Restaurants Go Smoke-Free July 3
This Saturday, July 3, marks the one-year anniversary of the Albuquerque Clean Indoor Air Ordinance, which banned smoking in city restaurants. If you recall, restaurants were given until this July to bring their in-house bars into compliance with stricter ventilation requirements or forbid smoking in them. According to Leo Bottos of the Environmental Health Department, most establishments have chosen to go nonsmoking rather than completely enclose their bars and install separate ventilation systems.
Beef Jerky and Beer Pairing
A new school year is beginning at UNM, and that means an influx of freshman from all over. Hopefully those freshman are wise enough to pick up a copy of Weekly Alibi, because y’all could learn a few things in these pages. As you settle into your class schedules and your dorm rooms, make sure you scope out the University Heights neighborhood and all it has to offer as well—especially the many restaurants, bars and cafés that were put there mainly for your enjoyment, dear student. Whether you’re looking for a place to mainline coffee and study all day or just want a break from cafeteria food, there’s plenty on offer: O Ramen has a cheap student special curry plate and Winning Coffee, always a classic, is there for you when you need to organize a student union meeting. It’s really easy to get trapped on campus and to lose track of the outside world when you’re in college, so consider Weekly Alibi your guide on where to go, what to do and what to eat in the area. Welcome to Albuquerque, kid. Hope you like your chile hot.