Elvis is in the building - and he's making a sandwich! I made it, too (and ate it) so you don't have to (though you might want to). The first rule of any culinary masterpiece is that the end product is only as good as its individual ingredients. That's why I started with Wonder Bread, because fine dining is never about health, it's about the flavor (or, to paraphrase one Betty Perske, the deep-brewed flay-vuh!). Take 2 slices of Wonder Bread, spread them both with thick smears of Jif (for my taste, a typical PBJ should utilize about a quarter of a jar) and add sliced banana to one piece: Then add some crisp, possibly-purloined bacon to the other slice: Then smash one slice against the other and inhale deeply. Not gonna lie, this was fan-friggin'-TASTIC! I made two and enjoyed the hell out of them. Some versions of the Elvis Special call for the sandwich to be grilled, but that just sounds unhealthy to me.  And (lest you think the bacon/peanut butter combo is unprec...

After the deranged "commie" hunting of the HUAC hearings, 1956 seemed downright peaceful in comparison. Doris Day's most famous song, "Que Sera, Sera," was recorded in conjunction with her appearance in Hitchcock's "The Man Who Knew Too Much," Elvis hit the charts for the first time with "Heartbreak Hotel, " the top movie was "The Ten Commandments," and "I Love Lucy" and "The Honeymooners" ruled the TV sets. The Platters had their first hit that year as well, and in my opinion, they reached their apogee with this gorgeous song a few years later, sung live: Happy Wednesday, darlings! Photo Credit: AK

Buzzfeed got my attention recently because I wanted to link some quizzes for us to take and see what people came up with—just a little mid-week fun. And there might be an opportunity to find some juicy gossip, but not that day, comrades. However, I found a story about some Kardashian fucking a purple elf on a jet to Jupiter because they heard that is where the real fountain of youth is. Bon voyage! Don't come back! Next to that 34th article about those idiots planted by PMK and her plastic disciples, I saw a story about famous guys everyone loves who are actually skeevy creepers who have never been held accountable for dating teenagers. I shrugged and figured it would be boring and nothing to write about or share, yet why not? I considered there might be a string to follow, and I was curious about the men people loved who had done this. Worthy of a peruse, I figured.  The first face was 90s be-coiffed Bradley Pitt, in a chambray shirt looking like a mall store for men in the valley...