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Restaurants, gay guys, restaurants, gay guys, restaurants, gay guys. Queer Eye for the Straight Restaurant? Queer Restaurant for the Straight Guy? How can we best mix the elements from the top shows of the summer? Hmmmm. And where does Tony Bourdain fit into this mix? I know, he's straight—or I believe him that he's straight. I would love to see the Fab Five take a gander at him. Carson Kressley would throw up his hands and retire. "Would you look at these arms on this book cover?!" I have never watched so much television—not since I was a teenager—as I have between Queer Eye and A Cook's Tour.

What next? Chianti, Korea?

A friend of mine in Nashville never ever refrigerates eggs, and eats them pretty much daily, and has never been sick. Ditto here. I have had food poisoning (where you're either on the pot or on the way to it), but it was from the kalua pork sandwiches in Kihei and not from my refrigerator. I am with Beans and JSolomon about the food. I hear all the other rationale and reasoning but I basically think it's like death: if your number's up, your number's up. Meanwhile, my fridge needs weeding out, itself.

I'll be photographing the whole thing, so you can expect a link like this one. God, it's gonna be hot as hell out there.

That's heavy, man. No, seriously, it's got me thinking. Very interesting.

Whose hand is in the photo with the little cone? (Very pretty hand.)

If anyone has any suggestions about photographing The Perfect Peach, please let me know. That is my assignment this weekend at Frog Hollow Farm.

My husband is a weirdo who loves mustard on French fries—um, no, he's not Karl Childers. I bet he'd love mustard potato chips. Any other such weirdos out there?

I can't remember the brand, but someone makes sun-dried tomato and garlic chips that are great. They also make parmesan ones that rock. Otherwise, plain and BBQ.

Dreaded double-post went unnoticed until this morning. Doh!

I can't believe you'd post your treasure. It's a LOVELY website, though I wish they had more photographs.

BTW, guajolote, I just used Sherlock to translate this for me. Hehhehhehhehheh. Cute little word.

Having pressed my nose to the window of the not-yet-opened Sur La Table at the Ferry Plaza Farmer's Market in San Francisco (and hoping passersby didn't hear me actually whimper), and having on many occasions strolled through Williams-Sonoma stores all over the place, I would cast my vote for SLT. Their aisles are crowded and narrow—meaning I think their selection is better. I can't exactly quantify that. I can't wait to go up, now that they're open.

I did suggest some food upthread, FWIW. Right after I posted that, I went into our garden and came in with a fistful of perfect green beans. They're going to be dinner tonight, along with marinated chicken breasts and, hmmmmmm, not sure what else. My hubbie is at the 49ers/Oakland game with his offspring, so I'm batching it.

Really? After you had Zappa on his knees? Yes, really really really really. Really.

Heeheeheeheeheeheehee. I agree. It's like drinking a bottle of perfume.

Green beans with basil and lemon. Corn on the cob. Paula Dean's Peach Cobbler: five ingredients. Melt butter in deep dish pan, add batter to butter, add cooked peaches to batter. Poof, cobbler! Otherwise, Peach-Plum Clafouti: foolproof. Butter pan, add chop uncooked fruit, top with batter, ground almonds and brown sugar.

Introduce them to the most refreshing cocktail I've ever had: the mojito. Rum, lime, simple syrup (or you can use Splenda—it dissolves so nicely), and a splash of soda water (I use the lime soda water, myself, I sometimes add Rose's lime juice). They're the best.

I'm seething with envy.

BWAH!!!

Babes can be male, too. Brendan Fraser is a babe. I rest my case. EDIT: Pssssst, Nero. Frank Zappa sang "Dinah Moe Hum" to me in front of 8000 people. On. His. Knees.

I wonder what type dog. really bad pun, unworthy of print, so sue me>

Absolutely—but sometimes I just need something quick for the kids. </off topic>

I am so reluctant to trust Mario Batali because his pasta sauce at Trader Joe's is the worst-tasting, oversalted glop I've ever had. Seriously. I think I need to ignore that fact.

Can someone define "Tiki" for another newbie? Grazie.