Bananas Foster's

the ruth's chris of dessert

Hello, clowns!

Today’s newsletter drop will be the last edition of Food is Stupid for this year. Your boy Dannis Ree is going to take a two-week break to catch up on some rest, probably eat an ungodly amount of McRibs, and go hang out with family. Davida, Scorpion, Sub-Zero, Harvey, Mr. Bee, Pepper and I all hope you guys have the best holiday ever.

And of course, happy New Year a touch early! When midnight strikes on the 31st, I’ll be sure to raise a clown toast to all of you. Don’t worry, the champagne will be buttchugged, that way I can spray it back out on everyone around me. (Best food newsletter ever.)

This edition of the newsletter isn’t about any holiday stuff, since I took care of all that business last week. (Ugh, those jizz grapes.) I’m sure you’re getting bored of that dialed-in kind of mainstream content anyway. Instead, it has to do with a delightful dessert Davida and I had together when we were out to dinner recently: bananas Foster.

Before I continue, yes — this one’s behind the paywall today. Thank you all so much for supporting this ridiculous thing of mine, and without your subscriptions, I wouldn’t be able to go balls-out like this nearly every week. I don’t talk about this part often, because the idea of having to even have paid subscriptions makes me feel terribly guilty, but the truth is, I can’t run Food is Stupid without them.

We all work towards a thing we want, and this happens to be mine. But I can’t get there without you.

Also, I think today is the first time I’ve deliberately lit something on fire for the newsletter. Hell yes.