Images of Jesus have been found in many places. Add the wings of a moth to the list.
Kirk Harper, an RV shop owner in Pittsburgh, Texas, spotted the large moth on a RV trailer and took it took his pastor. Harper told television station KLTV that he "immediately thought it looked like jesus."
Chocoholics may want to grab a seat for this news: Hershey's is screwing with your chocolate.
According to the Wall Street Journal, the chocolate maker is one of several food companies looking for "creative ways" to cut costs to combat rising commodities prices.
Which sounds like gibberish, I know. Bottom line? Hershey's is substituting vegetable oil for part of the cocoa butter in its chocolate. (Have they not heard the story of New Coke!) So when you bite into your 4:30 vending machine fix and it tastes like a salad, you know who to call.
Hershey's isn't the only company fudging its formula. Pillsbury is replacing pecans with walnuts in their Turtle cookies. Et tu, Dough Boy?
Now, I know this makes no sense, but I'll pay $9 for a sliver of $180 per pound ham and smile about it, but mess with my 65-cent candy bar and we've got some serious problems.
If you didn't already know (and shame on you if you didn't), this is National Bowling Week. It started Saturday, the day before my birthday, and it continues through this Saturday, when bowlers throughout America will attempt to set a record for the most single games bowled in a day.
I kicked off NBW at Cowtown Lanes on Saturday. My family and friends took me out for my birthday, and I was feted with some awesome bowling paraphernalia, including a clock with pins and a replica of The Dude's bowling shirt from The Big Lebowski. I also received a guilty pleasures handbook -- something I know a thing or two about -- and an "I Don't Roll on Shabbos" T-shirt.
In other words, it was a perfect day.
But the fun doesn't have to stop there. Don't forget to do your part on Saturday to set a record. You'll even get a nifty certificate, and a place in bowling history.
I've always said people are shallow. Myself included. In fact, there are times I embrace that notion. But the employee hotness meter at Abercrombie & Fitch takes things to a whole new level.
I was reading the story this morning with my mouth hanging open, which probably disqualifies me from ever working at the North Park store. That, and age and my balding head and my pear-shaped body and whatever other imperfections the secret shoppers might deem unattractive.
A&F may not be the only business that rates potential employees on looks (have you ever seen an ugly waitress at 8.0?), it's just the most blatant about it. In a sea of shallowness, they make the tiniest splash.
America's Team is not making any friends among America's Tailgaters with its new unAmerican Parking Policy.
The rules limit tailgaters to the confines of the one parking space they've paid way too much for in the first place. If you've ever tailgated, you know it's next to impossible to cook a legitimate brat in such cramped quarters.
The Cowboys say they're simply following what other NFL teams have done, to which I say, "If Danny Azarito jumped off a bridge, would you?" (OK, that's what my mom would say, but you get the idea.)
Would it kill the Cowboys to be more fan friendly? They're already one of the most valued franchises in all of sports, and they've got an even higher-priced stadium coming next year.
C'mon, Jerry, give the proud tailgaters some room to grill and gulp.
One of our intrepid features editors, Stephanie Allmon, just came bounding into the Star-Telegram online offices straight from Central Market, clutching .05 pounds of $180.00 per pound ham.
Yes, you read that correctly. You would need to buy $45 worth of this stuff just to make a ham-and-cheese sandwich. Don't even get me started on how much money you'd need to make ham and eggs tomorrow morning.
(For the record: Stephanie’s haul of a half-dozen exceedingly tiny and thin cut slices cost $9.)
Here’s a picture of Stephanie and I waging war over a sliver – at prices this high, you gotta fight for your right to eat:
The ham, which hails from Spain, is called Jamon Iberico de Bellota, which is a fancy way of saying ham that’s been made from acorn-fed pigs – and this is the first time it’s available in the United States. (Long story short: It took awhile for the U.S.D.A. to sign off on slaughterhouses where the ham is manufactured for export.)
According to the Boston Globe, the pigs are played Mozart music as they head off to piggie heaven. Which, come to think of it, is probably better than playing I Touch Myself as sung by Miss Piggy to Johnny Cash. (see below)
So, the $180.00 question: How does the overpriced ham taste?
I personally gobbled up about $8.50 of our $9 share. It has the texture and saltiness of proscuitto, but tastes much richer and nuttier.
Our fearless online leader Cody, however, had a much more pithy response: “Is that stuff cooked?” he asked, and then twisted his face into a mask of revulsion that made the rest of us in the room reach for a trash pail into which he might wretch.
We would say get it while it lasts, but at $180, we can’t imagine there will be a run el puerco.
Bonus snob factor: According to Jeff Mendenhall at Central Market, the Fort Worth location is one of only a handful of locations in the entire United States where you’ll be able to buy Jamon Iberico de Bellota. Impress your friends! Empty your bank account!
And now a word from our favorite pig.... -- Christopher Kelly
I was strolling back to the office today when I noticed this sign (I'm so handy with the cell phone camera, aren't I?).
Simply Fondue has staked its claim in Sundance Square, right next to the Scat Jazz Lounge. (Hope they don't have any plans to have Girls Gone Wild parties.)
The fondue chain, which has locations in Dallas and Arlington, was rumored to be setting up shop as early as October of last year, but I'm hoping now that they've put up the sign and gotten me salivating for some dipped chocolate strawberries and marshmallows, they'll at least have the decency to open before the end of the year. I've got an e-mail out to someone with Simply Fondue, but if someone out there knows a firm date, please let me know so I can stop daydreaming of drippy goodness.
Update: A helpful colleague says its likely to open in October. I'll be there opening night.
Taken at face value, the official explanation seems legit. But it's hard to believe morality didn't play some role in the decision to "ask" City Streets to shut things down. Right? If that was, say, a Golden Girls Gone Wild bus parked outside Barnes & Noble, methinks Mr. Sundance would have been the first one posing for pictures.
It's in the best interest of City Streets to be a good neighbor, and swallow the short-term loss on what would have been a packed house Thursday night. But the whole thing does feel a little Big Brother-ish. And for anyone who has spent much time at City Streets, it has the potential to turn into a GGW party without the benefit of the bus.
A few of those shots in test tubes, and even I start unbuttoning my bowling shirt.