From time to time, a Slate staffer or critic offers up a favorite cultural pick for Procrastinate Better readers. Today’s endorsement is from Slate associate editor Juliet Lapidos.
On good days, the contents of my refrigerator dictate thecontents of my dinner. Olives, capers, and tomatoes—how about a Puttanesca? Onbad days, when there’s nothing in there save a carton of half-and-half andwilted greens, I resort to the cabinet, where I’m sure to find Kraft Mac andCheese. But every so often I take mymarching orders from WhatThe Fuck Should I Make For Dinner? In all-caps black lettering on anotherwise blank page, the site offers some fucking recommendations, forexample: “HOW ABOUT SOME FUCKING BAKED STUFFED LOBSTER.” If you “DON’T FUCKINGLIKE THAT” or “DON’T FUCKING EAT MEAT” the site generates another possible dish, and then another, and another, until you’resatisfied or get carpal tunnel. Even if you’re never in the market for angrydinner recommendations, the site is well-worth checking out for the abrasiveyet poetic contrast between foul language and dainty suggestions. I can’timprove upon “LESSEN YOUR MOTHER’S SHAME WITH SOME FUCKING…POUSSIN WITH OLIVEPUREE AND SWEET PEPPERS.”