If I were a struggling rap artist (Big Marv) trying to sell my mixtape ("Ready to Fry: The Burnt Lumpia Chronicles") out of the trunk of my rusted-out car (it really is starting to rust, it's awesome), I'd probably try and peddle my mixtape to you like this:
Wait, where you going? OK, I know those are oldies, but they're still goodies! Wait! Hold on, don't walk away yet. I got some newer ish and its burnin' up the streets! Sick beats! Sick beats!
Not only did homedude David Lebovitz stop by the studio to give me some input on my Ube Ice Cream track, he hipped his own peeps on me over at his place. His pastry chef skillz are world-wide son! DL is a cookbook author extraordinaire! He's legit son!
OK, wait, wait, wait! Hold up a second speedy! Give one more listen. Even the Epicurious gang is up on me kid! That shorty Amy Sherman dropped some jewels about my entire mixtape! She's hip to the game homie! You should be too!
Ready to Fry: The Burnt Lumpia Chronicles is only $9.99! And I'll even throw in a free bag of frozen lumpia! It's a rap! Or should I say, it's SARAP! Turn my headphones up!
Alas, I'm not a struggling rap artist and I'm not pushing a mixtape. I'm just a lowly food blogger, and I've got as much street cred as, well, a lowly food blogger. But I do honestly appreciate all the inexplicable love I seem to be getting. Thanks for the props everyone.
After reading this entry, my little brother stayed up all night to work on the pic that now appears on the top of this post. It's his rendering of what my CD cover would look like. Yeah, that's pretty much what I had in mind. Notice the "Parental Advisory" sticker. That's because I'm hardcore. I only wish I had dropped my album on Tuesday. I would have totally outsold Fifty and Kanye combined. Or maybe not.