Who doesn’t love the smell of cinnamon buns wafting through the house on a Sunday morning? Our favorite on-screen taste tester Mario Hilario is no exception. Today’s recipe was this household staple, but with a twist: currants instead of raisins! While our fearless foodie admitted to never having tried currants, but took the plunge anyway. Watch as Mario rides the wave from skeptic to full-fledged fan!
Every Sunday, Mario is the star of the cooking segment, Sunday Brunch. While Chef Frank Terranova serves the the courses, Mario serves F-A-C-E. Posting these fabulous faces started as a joke, but quickly turned into a following. People of Rhode Island (and spreading!) crave Mario, and we’re here to satisfy.
If you’re following on Facebook (Funny Broad) and Instagram (@funny_broad), we thank you! If you’re not, what are you waiting for??
Hey gang! Remember that time I was on Jay Mayo’s awesome podcast, Hold The Mayo? Well, he asked me to come back so here I am again! Do yourselves a favor a give it a listen. We talk about all sorts of fun stuff like heroin, Eric Clapton, Daryl Hanna, amazing 80s movies, and my new show Double Date!
For the past two weeks, I haven’t had to fight with the fitted sheet on my mattress. Specifically, the upper left corner.I simply pull the covers down and get into bed. No more tugging, pulling, inadvertently bending a nail back as I plead with the elastic to please, please, stay the fuck down for one goddamn night.For almost two years, I’ve engaged in this nightly boudoir battle, each morning waking to defeat. Suddenly, one morning, it was over. The sheet stayed down, compliant in its position. At first I was thrilled. FINALLY! As the nights ticked by, my celebratory mood turned sour. The left corner is mocking me. Continue reading “See You In 183 Days”
During the work week, I wake up at the same time every day. Depending on my level of soreness, I have been going to the gym 3-4 days at 5:30 am. Once home, I begin my morning ritual: pee, start the shower, strip down, step on the scale, curse the scale, step off, immediately step on it again because maybe I read it wrong?, realize I did read it wrong and it actually went UP, curse the scale, angrily get into the shower, lather, rinse, repeat. I make a 12 cup pot of coffee in my trusty Mr. Coffee because it will inevitably get fucked up if I try to order it elsewhere. I pack my own lunches and snacks for work, mostly because I’m cheap, but also because I try to be healthy(ish). I leave the house at the same time, +/- three minutes to get to work on time.
Today is our eight year wedding anniversary. Crazy, right??
That was the first thought that popped into my head this morning when I woke up, and it made me smile. Such good memories! You are dressed in a beautiful wedding gown with flawless hair and makeup. People fawning all over you, taking pictures. The only thing you had to do was show up! When does that ever happen? We were surrounded by lots of loving friends and family, ready to have a huge party and celebrate this awesome day.
This interview took place one night over a bottle of wine and several hours of laughter.
Alessandra Grima is a modern-day Renaissance woman. Over the past few years, I’ve seen her perform in our local comedy scene. Recently, I’ve come to realize she’s more than just a comic. Instagram sensation, actress, model, comic, singer, fashion designer.
Alessandra Grima is a modern-day Renaissance woman. Over the past few years, I’ve seen her perform in our local comedy scene. Recently, I’ve come to realize she’s more than just a comic. Instagram sensation, actress, model, comic, singer, fashion designer. You name it, she’s done it.
This interview took place one night over a bottle of wine and several hours of laughter. I recorded our mildly intoxicated conversation, which has now lead into an accidental podcast (which is coming soon — hopefully). While that is under construction, I wanted to share the highlight reel of the interview. Enjoy! Continue reading “Funnier Broad: Alessandra Grima”
Recently, an old friend moved in. He showed up one night, begging for a place to stay. “I promise, its only for the night. You won’t even notice me! I’ll be out by morning.” This is someone I’ve known a long time and I’ve heard this line before. I should have said no and closed the door. Foolishly, I didn’t. It wasn’t long before I realized my mistake. Today turned into tomorrow, which turned into 2 weeks, which turned into a month. Suddenly, I’m stepping over empty pizza boxes, finding foreign hairs in my sink and seeing very weird recommendations in my Netflix queue. What was happening? I tried to get him to leave, but he wouldn’t move. He gave excuse after excuse, me falling for each one.