I think the highest compliment I can give Lauren Wilson, author of The Art of Eating Through the Zombie Apocalypse: A Cookbook and Culinary Survival Guide (from Smart Pop Books), is that she would kick ass in the end times. I tip my hat to your preparedness, Lauren, and self-servingly offer you this positive review in the hopes of allying ourselves when TSHTF (“The S--t Hits The Fan”, just one of her many handy, abbreviated terms to help you navigate TEOTWAWKI, “The End Of The World As We Know It”).
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It’s that time of year again. The Doctor is returning to his regularly scheduled, unpredictable shenanigans. Who knows what trysts he’s larked on and hearts he’s seduced in the interim (although history would suggest it may involve some intimate endeavors with a royal family member).
Sherlock is back. Both from the grave and for our viewing pleasure. With Series 3 now on Netflix, we’ve hardly been doing anything else.
Except, perhaps, making tea. Because there’s just something about that perfect hot beverage that fortifies you for whatever lies ahead. Which, with Sherlock, could be nearly anything. So, with that in mind (and for obvious other reasons that involve tea being wonderful), we’ve been making a lot of it.
This weekend belonged to Godzilla. I watched with rapt attention as he woke from hibernation, swam the Pacific Ocean, and battled the mighty, mating MOTU only to take a brief nap and then crash back under the waves, returning to the ocean depths from which he came.
What a stud, amirite? Sure, he knocks s--t over, but it’s all on the way to restore natural order to a world he arguably doesn’t have to care about. Some monsters just have altruistic motives to their city smashing, I guess. Whereas most others simply want to populate the earth and together crunch every skyline from here to Tokyo.
In that light, Godzilla has downright commendable character. I’d certainly buy the guy a drink.
Everyone saves the world just a little bit, every day. You may not be physically saving the planet from a mischievous, demigod half-brother (or maybe you are. Hey, I don’t know your schedule.), but I truly believe we just don’t know the far-reaching effects of even the smallest of our noble actions. Why else would the demigods and superheroes deem us so worthy of saving?
So, why not eat like the superheroes we are, huh? And, I’m sure we could all use some shawarma after a long day of screenwriting panels or cosplay.
MILD, BUT GOOD-NATURED, SPOILERS AHEAD
Sam and Dean Winchester have a pretty tight schedule. Who of us would be able to juggle starting the apocalypse, dying, being resurrected, clawing hand and foot out of purgatory, and generally being the last line of defense between us and our worst nightmares? It would be enough to drive any of us to the drive-thru.
But, while pre-frozen foods in aluminum wrappers work on the fly, what Winchester would snub his favorite foods, homemade? Plus, we owe them. For a time, they took care of a thing we’d rather not get into just now.
Muggle, wizard, centaur, or troll, we could all use a little bit more luck, am I right? Recreationally, of course. (We do not condone the use of our Felix Felicis recipe in official sporting matches of any kind and adhere to all stated mandates of the International Quiddich Association.)