Hey look, it’s a controversial book. Mitchell never decides we should read these, so let’s see what’s up ; )
Okay, there’s obviously a giant pink elephant in the room with respect to Thug Kitchen. It's been equated to being modern-day blackface and many people have been very vocal about how much they hate it. I’m going to address the matter and move on. There are A LOT of social injustices in the world. Issues like racism, sexism, classism, homophobia, etc. still run rampant and that needs to change. Luckily one thing everyone is still allowed is the ability to speak freely. People are entitled to be offended by whatever the f*&^ they choose and I’m not interested in arguing with others who don’t share my opinion about something as stupid as a book. Don’t like this one? Then don’t buy it. Pretty simple. As for me? I think it classes up my kitchen counter ; )
I’m not offended by much, so I took Thug Kitchen at face value for what it is– a gimmick, plain and simple. There are eleventy billion foodie blogs started each year. In order to get people to look at one over all the others and maybe eventually even turn it into a book, it obviously has to toss something special on the table. In this case it’s a bunch of mother*&^%#s. Yep, if you don’t like swearing, you best just back away from the cookbook immediately.
See? Bad words. This book has them. However, if you can get past the cursing, you’ll find a solid cookbook. Not only does Thug Kitchen contain recipes regular humans who don’t work in Michelin starred restaurants in their spare time can create, it also has helpful hints on pantry staples as well as various utensils and gadgets you actually need in your kitchen when starting out on your own. And it has pretty pictures . . .
Seriously, a cookbook with shitty pictures is a total waste of money.
The only downside? The recipes are all vegetarian, so the über carnivore probably won’t be delighted . . . but you can just tell them to shut the f*&^ up and chug back a delicious beverage instead of bitching about the fact there is no carcass on their plate come dinnertime . . .
There’s even recipes in there for the kids . . .
I keed, I keed. Don’t let your children read this book. What the f*&^ kind of parents are you people?!?!?!