Hey, baby, taste me anyway.

April 20, 2008

It is rather interesting, Dear Reader, that when I have more time to write on the weekends, I spend less time writing. I know, I know: this isn’t very fashionable at all. Instead of poems, I was thinking about The Hotness That Is Tom Colicchio this weekend. Colicchio being, of course, the head judge for Top Chef, a most fabulous and fashionable reality television show. So I decided to blend The Hotness That Is with the poem.

I Consider Tom Colicchio

Tom [I'll be late for dinner tonight, okay?]