SO WE survived another D—I mean V—day, meaning it’s time to set aside all the chocolate and sweetness and focus on things that matter more, like the NBA All-Star Game (which should be playing out when this article is published).
Earlier this year when we got to try deboning a whole chicken in culinary school, my hands were shaking so much you would think I had to perform an actual surgery. Suffice it to say the chicken looked like it was double-dead.
WE WERE packed into buses that could seat about 50 people, maximum. Then we were ferried up to regions so foggy my brother says it reminded him of the old Silent Hill video games, with mist monsters jumping to chomp at your health bar.