Edge took time to do a recent cooking show, “Feedback Kitchen with Mario Batali,” rather than complete the new CD? I’d like an order of fry his ass to go, please. Does The Edge really need to put on an apron to prove that U2 have made it to the top of the music food chain? I don’t relish writing blogs about
how the Edge mustard up enough courage to go on such a show, but here we are. Are we now going to re-master chef U2′s album Boy and call it Chef BOYardee? I know Xanax & wine will improve any meal, but a man in the kitchen usually means one thing – The Unforgettable Fire. Don’t believe me? Last time I attempted to cook dinner resulted in a 3 alarm fire where El Salvador could see the flames getting higher and higher. A kitchen needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle. The only two spices I know are Posh and Sport. I’ll spare you my pepper spray story. Sure Edge can pick a mean guitar, he can probably even pick his nose like a virtuoso; but can he pick ingredients for a recipe that won’t have us running out to the street unable to breathe, feeling like we just came down with some new Asian virus? What if Edge invited you over for dinner, then turned out to be a cannibal, and with his mouth full of teeth, he ate all his friends, right there in front of you? Are you going to eat those crumbs from the table? Don’t laugh; if Elvis ate America, anything is possible. Listen, if Johnny’s been eating from a can and living underground, I’m pretty sure whatever …read more
Source: Recipe for Disaster?