Date: June 8, 2010
Meeting location: Conference Room A
Attending: Everyone who's anyone
Purpose: To conduct SERIOUS CLUB BUSINESS
8:00 p.m. Meeting called to order
I said order, goddammit! Chester! Go lie down!
8:01 p.m. Review of last meeting's minutes
8:02 p.m. Introduction of new business and nomination of new members
8:03 p.m. Bathroom break
8:08 p.m. Motion made to nominate Cranky Cheryl of the tasty (and famous!) food bl*g CrankyCakes to the Mark Bittman Minimalist Club (hereafter referred to as "M-Bitt's Mini Club"). Her qualifications include the following: Remember that asparagus pesto? She actually made it! And appears to have improved on it significantly! You can read about her version here: Either to avoid the club initiation rite that involved meeting me in a firelit cave and smearing pesto on her face or because she was wise to the fact that pureeing asparagus would only dilute its deliciousness, her version is "deconstructed." Or, as she points out, perhaps it's "preconstructed." Whichever: I think it looks perfect, made in the spirit of M-Bitt's pesto without being so borrrrrrrring.
8:10 p.m. Vote was unanimous: Cranky Cheryl, you're in.
8:11 p.m. Agenda for next meeting: World domination.
8:12 p.m. Meeting adjourned.
M-Bitt's Mini Club is rolling two deep, bitches: WE WILL NOT BE STOPPED.
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ReplyDeleteI like how LaBee and I obviously frequent all the same websites because I am seeing all his comments on them 20 minutes after he leaves them. We have awfully good taste!
ReplyDeleteI want in to the MBMC, do I have to actually cook something? I just like to be in clubs!
i didn't know cheryl was a food blogger! she's flynnarts mom and has the sweetest boys! cool.
ReplyDeleteAnd Matt LaBee, you're my Favorite. SlaveBaker. Ever! If you ever escape from my basement bakery/dungeon, I'll be very, very upset. Now please make me a cake.
ReplyDeleteYou're gonna have to cook something, LL, there's no getting around it.
One more to add to your rounds, Suzanne. Work is so overrated. Or so I hear.