Guy Fieri and Anne Burrell look like they’re playing the fraternal twins in a community theater production of Twelfth Night.
On second thought, I’m pretty sure these two were born from the same sun burnt uterus behind a Jacksonville Hooters. Separated at birth, they reconnected at the Food Network when their eyes met across the toilet seat as they snorted cocaine and Philly cheese steaks.
Third thought, that picture is really just a composite of Nancy Grace’s twins using age progression software.
I had no intentions to blog about the fig jam, brie and prosciutto sandwich on homemade pretzel bread I made Sunday night, but then halfway through making the bread I realized how involved the process was and wanted to get credit for it.
First I made the bread, and as it was my first foray into pretzel making, I think I did a pretty bang up job. I used Guy Fieri’s recipe (please don’t consider this a personal endorsement of Guy Fieri. My mom just found the recipe and I used it).
Not a fan of this french and/or middle eastern jam, but I did make a fabulous wine pairing with some vintage 2010 Sutter Home Sauvignon Blanc. $10 a gallon ladies and gents.
Even just the assembly of the actual sandwichy parts took forever, but it was definitely worth it. I had this sandwich for the first time in Baltimore airport’s classiest little wine bar, and I pray for layovers in Baltimore now (because lord knows I’m not going to Baltimore as my destination. Sorry, if you’re from Baltimore, but you’re going to have to tell me a reason to go there other than Ace of Cakes).