Not very long ago, I was singing the praises of cold pizza and ravioli from a can.
This morning while riding in to work, I was putting the finishing touches on Augusten Burroughs' book of short essays Possible Side Effects when he had the audacity to mention eating ravioli cold out of the can. So, he took my idea, went back in time, wrote about it well before I did, and then made it seem like it was his idea all along. I know!
I'm more than willing to admit I can be derivative at times (see every single post on my blog), but the Ravioli is mine Augusten! You stole that from me.
Keep writing about all that other strange stuff from your childhood and life (read his book Running With Scissors before seeing the movie when it's released please) but the Chef's heart belongs to me.
I'm already smarter
4 hours ago