I have really awesome friends. I guess it goes without saying, being truly awesome myself, that I would prefer to travel in a pack, but none the less… on to THE IRON CHEF.
Our back story, the cliffs notes version: We went to college together where he studied mechanical engineering. My sorority and his fraternity were pretty tight, we ended up filing into the same social circle, and, well, we’re both jews and on some level, we’re all programed to believe that it matters in someway, even though neither of us practiced and I worked for a church to make extra cash. Anyway, we graduated and all went our separate ways. One day, when I’m eyeballs deep into grad school, I received a random IM from the Iron Chef that he was quitting his engineering job and going to the Culinary Institute outside of NYC to become a pastry chef. My inner fat kid trembled with anticipation.
Fast forward to nowish: The Iron Chef is working as a chocolatier making giant chocolate Santa Clauses.
With butt plugs. Christmas Tree shaped butt plugs.
No, I’m not kidding. I nearly pooped self when he told me why he was staying in NYC over Xmas. Now, just to explain, Father Christmas is only holding the object, so it does look benign. Check him out here.
Best part about it, he’s made with Guittard semi-sweet dark chocolate, is about 10 inches tall and weighs around 1 lb. There is also the mini-me version which is 3 feet long and weighs 120 lbs. That’s 120lbs of pure chocolate. One was recently sold for more than double this opera singer will make this year. Crazy, right ?
Even more awesome?? I got one under my Hannuka bush this year. Thank you Hannuka Harry! Because I’m very concerned about his survival on JetBlue flight 165 from JFK, he will be my personal item. 
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