They might as well rename it “Hello, Creepy,” because that’s exactly how you’ll feel purchasing Hello Kitty wine, from the moment you ask the sales clerk where to find it, right through to the cash register ring-up, where they will encircle the neck of your bottle with a pendant suitable for a six-year-old. Nothing makes you feel like a pedophile faster than buying a bottle of Hello Kitty Wine.

Kara Newman on SeriousEats, reviewing Hello Kitty Rose.

Normally I would try to find something shut-uppable, but the weather is so nice here in NYC, it’s Friday, and Ms. Newman cracked me up with this opener. 

The Nasty Bits: Pig’s Head

Link: The Nasty Bits: Pig’s Head

I know this is really sick, but I can’t help but read this and wonder if there could be a Hannibal Lecter version.  Sort of like Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, but… a blog with cannibalism.   Sentences like “Detaching the jaw from the rest of the head was considerably harder than removing the snout” or Though there’s a lot of fat and skin surrounding the cheeks, cheek meat itself is just pure flesh that, when stewed, is soft and rich in flavor” have a totally different ring to them now, don’t they?