Where there’s smoke

We watched this great new show Friday night on Fox called _Smokehouse._ Somewhere in Memphis, there is a house where a shadowy figure (Al Roker) holds a svengali-like control over five scantily-clad women, who sleep in capsules by night and go out by day to win barbecue championships. Is the Smokehouse real? Or just a figment of the overactive imagination of a maverick FBI agent (Rocco DiSpirito)? Find Fridays at 9pm this season on Fox, or on the creator’s blog after the show in canceled in two weeks.

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4 thoughts on “Where there’s smoke”

  3. The Yummy Mummy

    So, for the first two lines, I thought you were dead serious and this was a new show.

    And then, I couldn’t figure out why you thought Al Roker was “shadowy” and then you started with the “scantily-clad” cooking and I was, like, this is my kind of show because half naked cooking is, like, my hobby. (Albeit a secret hobby).

    And now, of course, I feel like a moron. But I think you just made a great TV pitch to Fox. And Rocco will definately do it – I mean he is used to making an ass of himself on TV.

    Thanks for keeping me awake.

    Kim

    PS: By the way, I LOVED your pork belly piece. You inspired a bunch of conversation around here about whether I overcook my pork belly. Mine is always really soft and never chewy. That was a great piece!

  4. mamster Post author

    Kim, I assume this pork belly discussion took the form of your family, wearing business suits, sitting around a heavy table in a conference room, with a huge pile of pork belly in the middle of the table. And everyone would be alternately chewing and checking their BlackBerrys.

    If it wasn’t like that, please don’t correct me.

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