Jump to content
  • Welcome to the eG Forums, a service of the eGullet Society for Culinary Arts & Letters. The Society is a 501(c)3 not-for-profit organization dedicated to the advancement of the culinary arts. These advertising-free forums are provided free of charge through donations from Society members. Anyone may read the forums, but to post you must create an account.

Sign in to follow this  
johnnyd

Deathmatch - The Last Supper

Recommended Posts

Thanks for the great "other" pictures, johnnyd! The baby in the pot is wonderful, as are the rest; what fun! :wub:

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Deathmatch Ringmaster Joe Ricchio describes the lead-up to The Last Meal in his excellent blog Portland Food Coma

Nothing else matters outside of Deathmatch. Relationships, Bills, Family, and Reality all get put to the wayside for this last stretch. Alcohol consumption nearly triples and sleep becomes scarce. People try to talk to me about other things and I can barely even listen. Deathmatch is all that matters. We spend huge sums of money on massive and rare bottles of wine but can barely pay for modest day to day expenses. The party becomes a monster that grows out of control as we desperately try to keep the guest list in check. Chefs need to know numbers, I have to track everyone down for the second time and collect money, songs, and services... I'm to the point where I hope this party actually kills me.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
Deathmatch Ringmaster Joe Ricchio describes the lead-up to The Last Meal in his excellent blog Portland Food Coma
Nothing else matters outside of Deathmatch. Relationships, Bills, Family, and Reality all get put to the wayside for this last stretch. Alcohol consumption nearly triples and sleep becomes scarce. People try to talk to me about other things and I can barely even listen. Deathmatch is all that matters. We spend huge sums of money on massive and rare bottles of wine but can barely pay for modest day to day expenses. The party becomes a monster that grows out of control as we desperately try to keep the guest list in check. Chefs need to know numbers, I have to track everyone down for the second time and collect money, songs, and services... I'm to the point where I hope this party actually kills me.

I was wondering about everyone's mental/physical health the day after. This nicely answers that question. Bravo.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

I could die happy, but I'd die happier after a meal like that! :laugh:

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
Sign in to follow this  

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.

×