I'm as adventurous an eater as just about anyone, but some foodie trends leave me scratching my head and wanting nothing more than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. But sometimes the trends become trends because they're, well, brilliant.
Winter and the winter holidays in general are a time of joy, laughter, and love… but not for everyone. For some, the stress of preparing for parties, hosting family, traveling long distances in bad weather, and just keeping up with your daily routine can start to bring you down.
Ah, the joys of bottomless brunch. Paying a flat rate for endless mimosas while having a long gossip over eggs Benedict is exactly how many of us love to spend our Saturdays. However, in practice, this isn't the sophisticated affair we all like to imagine. After refill number four we sway in our chair, doze off into our porridge, and end up tipping 50% because math is too hard. In short, not a very successful brunch.
You just need a small urban area like in an alley by the back of a building, a bball court, or tennis court, or whatever. Line up two teams on opposite ends of each other (like in dodgeball) , line up a bunch of shit-smeared grapefruits in the middle, a "ref" (Loomis) shouts, "Pooball, GO!", and everyone runs towards the poofruits and begins pelting each other with shit-stained grapefruits. When you get nailed, you're out. Pelt away until you have a winner.
