On the late 1970s BBC comedy series The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin the titular Perrin (played brilliantly by Leonard Rossiter, who was one of the Russians on the space station in 2001 and played Captain John Quin in Barry Lyndon) conceives the idea of a store called “Grot”, which would sell only useless items that people generally just threw out.
Imagine my surprise years later to open the TV Guide and see a full-page ad for the kind of stuff people kept in their junk drawers – old broken rubber bands, paper clips, balloons, etc.
I’m not sure if this should go here or in the French food thread. How about a chain similar to Wing Stop with all the different sauces except with frog legs instead of chicken wings?
I had an idea for when I won the lottery and had a bajillion dollars to burn. I’d start a streaming TV service, somewhat inspired by the Lifetime Network (i.e. cheap, formulaic, and prolific), called “Lyric” which would be entirely movies and TV series about music. Not just documentaries and music videos, but also dramas and comedies and kid’s shows that would be based loosely around the lyrics of popular songs.
The one problem with this would be guys who are good (or possibly even better ) at solving puzzles when drunk.
When I was an undergrad we had a guy nicknamed “Chug” (for obvious reasons * ) who could recite accurate three-place logarithms of any number you gave him. While drunk.
most people didn’t even know his real name. When a phone call came in asking for him by name no one at first knew who to give it to.
Sounds good. Except then you’ll have drunks trying to open beer bottles using the old “sword on a Champagne bottle” trick. So now we have drunks with swords or big knives and broken glass to contend with.
This reminds me of a great idea for seven blade razors. And the Abs and Pizza Diet, where you can eat pizza every meal and merely have to do three hours of daily abdominal exercise.
I wish someone would sell real margaritas in cans, where you could chill it and then add it to your own ice. By “real” I mean made with actual tequila and triple sec, and following the entire recipe of the standard or Cadillac version. They sell imitation margaritas in the stores here that are made with wine, so, really not the same thing.
Prepared margaritas would be nice because you can enjoy them at home occasionally and not end up with an inch of triple sec that’s been sitting in the bottle for six months.
A pancake iron, by analogy with a waffle iron. My waffle iron works so well that I get perfect results every time. A pancake iron would work the same way. You pour the batter in, close the lid, and just wait until the green light comes on. By contrast, when making pancakes the traditional way, I almost always have to throw out the first one (or two) because they didn’t cook evenly.
Which suggests that you’re not letting your pan and oil get fully and evenly heated before adding your first shot of batter. Impatience ruins many a dish. It’s my personal kryptonite.
