Perfect gift for cooks with a sense of humor

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About Whipped & Beaten Culinary Works

About Whipped & Beaten Culinary Works, Inc.

The story begins on a cold and snowy evening in a quaint and sleepy little town called Chicago. At a local alcoholic beverage distribution establishment, three friends gathered to discuss politics, religion, the meaning of life…and to get quite drunk. We will call these three Jason, Leslie and Dave (because those are their damn names). Many libations were imbibed that evening, and eventually the alcohol would contribute to one of the most brilliant ideas ever to be borne from a human mind. Well.. an intoxicated human mind.

A few months earlier, Leslie, knowing Jason was a master of the culinary arts, had asked him for a recipe so she could make a special birthday dinner for her beloved, Dave. He mulled it over for a short while, and came up with something he thought would be awesome. This recipe would later come to be known as “Poke Me! Pork”, and as it turns out…. it sure as hell was amazing. For, on that snowy night at the bar, while the three pondered the nuances of the universe, and got more hammered than the teenage offspring of a frat-boy and a crack-whore, Leslie and Dave told Jason that they thought he should write a cookbook. “Write a f%@king cookbook?” Jason slurred, “You two must be drunker than the teenage offspring of a frat-boy and a crack-whore” he continued ”I will tell you what I do think though… I think that you two bit@hes oughta get in the kitchen, and pay me back for giving you that damn recipe”.. Just at that moment, the stars had aligned, the clouds parted and a moonbeam descended upon Jason’s head, time stopped and only he was still in motion, the lights of all of Chicago … well, you get the damn idea. ”How damn funny would a cookbook called “Get in the kitchen, BIT@HES!” be?!?!?!” he said to Leslie and Dave. They both looked at him with their alcohol-glazed eyes, swayed back and forth almost unnoticeably, and produced the widest grins he had ever seen. Jason knew he had just touched upon something great. Either that, or they were simultaneously passing gas. He chose to believe it was the former.

Jason started planning everything in his head as the three zig-zagged and stumbled their way through the frozen tundra that hours before had been Damen Avenue. Jason chose to crash at Dave and Leslie’s because he knew there was no freakin’ way to get home in two feet of snow, plus, he thought there might be a chance for a three-way.

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Never before has there been a culinary company so creative, so awesome, and so damn cool.

sample Entrée Recipes:
South of My Border Pasta
Bend Me Over Beef
Artichoke The Chicken
Thai Me Down! Chicken
Pimp Me Out! Pasta
Break My Chops
Here’s the Beef Pasta
Bitchin’ Burrito
Holy Sh!t Ravioli
Fallen Angelhair Pasta
click here for the full list