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Josh Amidon, Fayetteville, NY (2026)

07/19/2026

I need you to read this story and tell me if I accidentally wandered into the middle of an undercover sting operation on Friday.

Every morning I wake up at the reasonable hour of 4:30 a.m., a time normally reserved for bakers and insomniacs.

No, I don't have a newborn or a paper route – nor am I training for a marathon. My idea of cardio is running my mouth.

I rotate between about five different parks, hitting a different one every morning. I walk the trails, watch the sunrise and look for wildlife. Sometimes it's deer, sometimes it's turtles. One time I watched two geese have what I can only describe as a very public domestic dispute.

It's honestly not even for exercise anymore. It's for my brain. I bring a notebook and jot down stupid one-liners and jokes that eventually make it into my stories. So if you've ever laughed at something I've written, thank a park bench.

Friday morning I pulled into the parking lot around 5:15. Normally there's maybe one other car. If it's a busy morning, two - this time there was six. I’ve never seen that many cars in the parking lot that early at any park in Central New York.

I started walking the trails and immediately noticed something was... off. There were men scattered throughout the park. Standing in awkward places. Not walking. Not birdwatching. Not stretching.

Every single one of them was wearing a baseball cap sunglasses.

Sir...The sun hasn't even clocked-in yet. Nobody was dressed like they were there to use a park. The normal crowd at 5:15 a.m. is in basketball shorts, a T-shirt and sneakers. It looked like there were two completely different events happening. I was attending "Sunrise Nature Walk." They were attending "Operation: Definitely Don't Look Like Cops.”

I came across, my buddy, an older man, in his 70s, sitting on a bench overlooking a giant bronze statue. We don't know each other's names, but we've reached that weird park friendship where we've skipped introductions and gone straight to "Morning."

I figured if anyone knew what was going on, it'd be him. So I walked over and quietly asked if he noticed anything weird.

He looked around before answering.

"...Something's not right. Who are all these guys? I think something's going down. You don't have anything on you that you shouldn't... do you?"

Sir...It's 5:25 in the morning. I don't even break out my crack vial until at least 7. (That’s a joke, calm down, people.)

I told him the most illegal thing I'm carrying is a notebook full of terrible jokes and puns.

That's when one of the mystery men started walking down the trail toward us. I looked at the older gentleman and said, "You know what? I'm just gonna ask him." The old man looked at me like I'd just announced I was going to pet a bear and said…

"You're one of them stupid sumbitches, aren't ya?"

I mean...Fair.

So I summoned my inner Karen and started marching toward the mystery man. We all have a little Karen inside us. Mine usually stays dormant, but every once in a while she wakes up, puts on sensible capri pants, demands to speak to whoever's in charge and refuses to leave until she's gotten an explanation.

I planted myself right in his path and, with the confidence of a man who has never once minded his own business, announced...“Are you a cop? Is this a sting? I watch a lot of TV and I could really contribute here - use me as bait!”

He didn't look confused. He looked... pi**ed. That's when the alarm bells started going off. I intentionally opened with the most ridiculous question I could think of because I figured if he wasn't a cop, I'd at least get a look that said, "What the hell is wrong with this guy?"

Instead, he looked like a man thinking, "Great... this idiot just wandered into my operation."

He quickly took out his phone and walked around me and kept walking.

So…what’s your thoughts? Undercover drug sting? Or just a busy day at the park? Either way, if I mysteriously disappear, please tell Dateline I was annoyingly curious until the very end.

I'll be at Green Lakes Lanes for Josh’s Jeopardy & Seasoning Show this afternoon! I'll be there at 3:30 p.m. registering teams for trivia, selling spices, and trying not to accidentally expose any federal investigations. Trivia starts at 4:00 p.m.

As an added bonus, everyone who comes tonight will get a free sample of a brand-new spice blend I'm working on. It's not for sale yet, and I need honest opinions before I unleash it on the world.

Also, second place, third place and last place will each take home a set of freshly made Candied Spam and Pistachio Shortbread.

07/14/2026

Did I just declare war on the United States of America?

Recently, I was on TikTok watching compilation videos of Dad’s crashing out.

There's something deeply therapeutic about watching a middle-aged man scream at a ceiling fan he's trying to install while his family quietly records him instead of helping. Honestly, it's done more for my mental health than any prescription drug on the market.

Then TikTok interrupted my angry dad therapy with a TikTok live auction.

Some college kid was auctioning off a brand-new drone. He kept insisting it retailed for $50, but the bidding was stalled at seven bucks because everyone else watching possessed something I did not: restraint.

I figured, "I've never owned a drone before. If I can buy a cheap drone for even cheaper, maybe this could be a fun little hobby."

So I bid $8 and won.

Victory.

Yesterday the drone finally arrived. I ripped open the box, charged the battery, downloaded the app and marched outside ready to become the next great aerial cinematographer.

The box literally had a smiling 13-year-old flying it. How hard could it possibly be?

(In literature, this is what's known as foreshadowing.)

I took the drone out into my backyard and hit exactly two buttons….the power button and the "Take Off" button.

That was the full extent of my training from the provided manual.

The propellers spun to life and the drone gently lifted into the air. It hovered above my head for three glorious seconds.

I remember thinking, "Wow. I'm actually doing it."

Then, without warning, it developed ambitions.

It banked a hard left, climbed above the tree line and flew in the general direction of the 174th Air National Guard Base.

I touched two buttons. Two. Buttons.

That's all.

There was no "Return Home" button. No GPS tracker. No emergency stop. No "Your drone has elected to continue without you" notification.

Just my $8 drone disappearing into the horizon. It was just gone. Last seen flying toward military restricted air space.

About then Joe, my husband, walked out onto the deck and asked if I was having fun.

I stared into the distance and said quietly…

"I think I just launched a drone attack on a military base."

At this point, I have to assume one of two things happened. Either I accidentally bought a cheap defective drone...
..or Russia and/or Iran have figured out that the easiest way to infiltrate American airspace is through TikTok Shop auctions.

Homeland Security, I swear on everything I hold holy (my Dolly Parton cast iron pan, melted cheese and anything with sequins) that drone acted alone. I had no prior knowledge of its flight path, no operational control and I fully disavow its unauthorized breach of restricted airspace.

Anyway...assuming I'm still a free man by Thursday, I'll be hosting Josh’s Jeopardy & Seasoning Show at Twin Trees Too.

Registration and spice sales start at 5:30. Trivia starts at 6.

If I'm arrested in the middle of Round 3 for attempting to overthrow the U.S. government with an $8 TikTok drone, I ask only one thing:

Please don't let this bring shame upon the proud Twin Trees legacy in Central New York.

They serve excellent pizza.

They didn't realize their trivia host was an enemy combatant.

07/08/2026

Last Friday, I was asked to be part of a fundraiser for the Brewerton Volunteer Fire Department Ambulance. They asked me to sit in a dunk tank while people threw baseballs at me for sport.

Naturally, I said yes, because I crave attention more than dignity.

I was dunked 24 times in 60 minutes. Scientific analysis (otherwise known as "math") confirms I was publicly humiliated at a rate of one splash every 2 minutes and 30 seconds.

Before the fundraiser, I assumed the worst part would be that split second of free-falling into the water. I hate roller coasters. That moment when gravity remembers you exist? Hard pass.

But I was wrong. The worst part wasn't the fall.

It was the anticipation.

For an entire hour, I sat there thinking, "Is this the throw? Is this the one? Why is that little kid winding up like he's trying to avenge his family?"

I got into a tiny bit of hot water because of my mouth.

Of course.

See, trash talking is kind of the whole point of a dunk tank. You insult the person throwing the ball, they get irrationally determined to prove you wrong, buy more balls, and boom... charity wins. It's basically cerebral fundraising.

The guy in the dunk tank next to me, not sure who he was, there were a bunch of local politicians and other prominent community figures donating their time, but I didn't recognize him. His go-to line for every male thrower, whether they were 8 or 80, was:

"You throw like a girl!"

It was classic, vintage, 1985-era trash talk. A bit dated, sure, but he was leaning into it. Hard. Maybe I'm wrong, but my brain kept going, "...that joke's best-by date expired a while ago."

I just filed it away in the "Huh... we're still doing that?" folder of my brain.

Then the comedy gods intervened. A little boy stepped up and threw his three balls. Missed all three.

"You throw like a girl!" the guy yelled after every pitch. EVERY PITCH.

Then a girl, maybe 13 or 14 years old, walked up. No dramatic windup. No stretching. She just pitched one ball.

BULLSEYE. The seat dropped. Splash.

I was so happy to watch this man get immediately fact-checked by a teenage girl that, the second he resurfaced (I waited, I wanted to make sure he heard this), I yelled across both dunk tanks to the female Nolan Ryan...

"YOU THROW LIKE A F*CKING GIRL!"

My goal was not to make it sound like an insult anymore, but instead, I accidentally dropped a nuclear-strength F-bomb at a family fundraiser.

In my defense, if parents wanted to beat me up, the ambulance was already there and I was surrounded by EMTs.

Listen, I've never claimed to be family friendly.

Do I feel a little bad? Sure. Am I also weirdly proud that he never said "you throw like a girl" again for the rest of the event?

Abso-f*ckin-lutely.

…Damn it, I did it again. I really need to work on my vocabulary.

All jokes aside, the guy donated his time to raise money for a great cause. I don't know him, I have nothing against him and I'd gladly get dunked next to him again.

Fortunately for everyone involved, tomorrow night's trivia has significantly fewer opportunities for me to yell profanity at children.

If you'd like to be an eyewitness to my next public embarrassment instead of reading about it three days later on Facebook, I'll be hosting Josh’s Jeopardy & Seasoning Show tomorrow night at the Ten Pin Restaurant.

Trivia starts at 7pm, but we’ll be on-site registering teams and selling spices at 6:30pm.

07/03/2026

Earlier this week, I was making my rounds at the Central New York Bureau of Flavor Development, which is the completely unnecessary, government-sounding name I've given my spice headquarters.

This is the highly classified facility where every bottle gets researched, developed, mixed, bottled, labeled, and shipped under the watchful eye of one overworked guy with a label printer and an unhealthy Mountain Dew Zero Sugar addiction.

Side note: Did you happen to notice the initials?

CNY BFD.

I know. I can't help myself.

Anyway, as I'm making my rounds through the CNY BFD, I hear my spice elf, Sarah, talking to my husband, Joe, in these hushed little whispers.

Now... a normal business owner would've respected their privacy.

Instead, I immediately ducked behind a stack of spice boxes, slowly leaned one eyeball around the corner, and started eavesdropping on my own employee and my own husband.

Picture a 6'2" man weighing [REDACTED] pounds... (redacted because it's none of your goddamn business, thankyouverymuch)... crouched behind a pallet of Josh’s Magic Fairy Dust, genuinely convinced he's invisible because only half his face is sticking out.

I wasn't gathering evidence. I was gathering gossip.

Because at the CNY BFD, gossip isn't just gossip.

It's currency....and I'm filthy rich.

Anyway, that's when I hear Sarah and Joe plotting to take me out.

Not like that.

They were talking about my dunk tank appearance today at the 26th Annual Fireworks on the River.

I agreed to spend an hour in the dunk tank, from 6:00 to 7:00 p.m., to help Brewerton Volunteer Fire Department Ambulance raise money for a new ambulance and upgraded cardiac equipment.

And here I was... hiding behind a pallet of Josh's Magic Fairy Dust... listening to the two people I trust most in the world strategize how they were going to betray me.

At one point I heard Sarah go…

“I’m brining a fat stack of ones. I’m gonna f*ckin’ drown him.”

Damn, girl. I know I get pi**ed at you for being late every day, but I didn't realize you were carrying around this level of unresolved workplace trauma.

After that, I dropped to the floor, army-crawled GI Jane style across the warehouse until I was safely out of sight, then casually walked back in through the doorway like I'd just arrived.

They immediately stopped talking. They still have no idea I heard every word.

"Oh Josh... they know now. You're literally telling everyone online."

Ahh... but that's where you're wrong.

Sarah and Joe don't read my social media stories.

In fact, Joe once told me...

"I don't need to read you digitally stroke your ego. Living with you is enough."

So here I am...fully aware that the two people closest to me are financially and emotionally invested in seeing me end up at the bottom of a dunk tank.

If you want to help Sarah dunk me bring a pocket full of singles and a complete lack of sympathy.

I'll be at the 26th Annual Fireworks on the River Community Celebration today, Friday, July 3. I'll be in the dunk tank from 6:00 to 7:00 p.m. at Brewerton Center (5501 Bartel Road).

Just know every time you hit the target, you're helping Brewerton Ambulance, yes, but you're also rewarding workplace violence.

06/28/2026

Last month, the folks at Brewerton Volunteer Fire Department Ambulance asked if I'd help them raise money for a new ambulance and upgraded cardiac equipment... by letting people throw balls at me.

Now, a normal person would've asked follow-up questions.

"What kind of balls?"
"Who's throwing them?"
“Do I at least get a safe word?”

Instead, I immediately said yes. Why?

Because they opened with...

"Josh, you're kind of a local celebrity and we were wondering…"
..and they got me. They called me the C-word.

I have absolutely no defense against it. The second someone calls me a celebrity, I lose the ability to make informed decisions.

"Would you agree to become a human piñata for charity?"

Well... if it's what Central New York wants.

"Would you wrestle a bear?"

Is NewsChannel 9 going to be there?

"Would you sit in a dunk tank while hundreds of strangers buy baseballs and try to knock you into the water?"
..Apparently, yes.

It's honestly embarrassing how easy I am to manipulate. All you have to do is compliment me first.

Now...I also want to extend a very special invitation to a different group of people. The ones who've been patiently waiting years for an opportunity like this.

I see the DMs you send me. Some of you have spent an impressive amount of time explaining why I'm the worst person you've never actually met.

For some reason, a lot of you also really enjoy messaging me about flags.

You always seem to forget the "L," though. Weird.

But anyway...This is your moment.

For a small donation to the Brewerton Ambulance, you'll get a softball and a legitimate opportunity to throw it in my general direction.

The Brewerton Ambulance gets the money, you get the satisfaction of trying to dunk me and I get attention.

Honestly... everybody wins.

If you'd like to participate, I'll be in the dunk tank during the 26th Annual Fireworks on the River Community Celebration on Friday, July 3, from 6:00 to 7:00 p.m., at Brewerton Center (5501 Bartel Road).

Hey... by the way. I'll be hosting trivia tonight at Green Lakes Lanes Fayetteville for Josh's Jeopardy & Seasoning Show.

Trivia starts at 4:00, but I'll be there at 3:30 registering teams, drinking and selling spices.

06/26/2026

Last night, we had our trivia show at Greenies Golf Lounge. I’m always a little nervous doing a show for the first time at a new restaurant. There’s that thought lurking in the back of your head, “what if no one shows?”

As you can see from the photo... I was worried for absolutely no reason. You people PACKED the place. Every person you see in this picture was there playing trivia.

It was an incredible crowd, everyone was laughing, having a good time, and for over an hour, you all collectively pretended I was qualified to hold a microphone.

Thank you…seriously.

Throughout the evening I kept noticing these little golden balls of fried perfection on everyone's tables. Finally I walked over and asked what they were…"Fresh mozzarella, hand-breaded and fried."

If you've followed me for any length of time, you already know I have a deep, sick, completely unreasonable love affair with mozzarella sticks. Most people have hobbies. I have fried cheese.

As Central New York's self-appointed Commissioner of Deep-Fried Dairy, I can spot a frozen mozzarella stick from across the room. The title pays absolutely nothing, but it does come with elevated cholesterol and an inflated sense of authority.

These weren't from a freezer bag. These were store made. Right then and there I decided I was ordering some before I left to eat at home.
..Actually, that's a lie. I was ordering them to eat in the parking lot because we all know there wasn't a chance in hell they were surviving the ten-minute drive home.

The show wrapped up, I thanked everyone for coming, and I started looking around for Brian, the owner. I wanted to place my order before we packed everything up.

I couldn't find Brian, but I did spot his wife, Erica. The room was pretty loud, and I still had my mic in my hand. Erica had her back to me, so naturally I yelled into the microphone...

"ERICA! WHERE'S BRIAN? I WAS REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO TRYING ONE OF HIS BALLS!"

In that moment, my brain did an unexpected system update. My thought train hit a deer and derailed. The hamster fell off the wheel…I somehow forgot the word for “mozzarella” to put in front of “balls”….

You know that record-scratch sound they use in sitcoms right after the main character says something unbelievably stupid and the loud room falls silent.

Yeah. That.

Behind me, I hear my husband Joe whisper to himself..."Jesus, Josh." (For the record, he says that a lot.)

Just when I was convinced I'd offended the owners…Erica spun around, hair flying, locked eyes with me from across the room and, without even cracking a smile, yelled back...

"They're both spoken for, thank you."

Gotta give it to you girl, that was one of the quickest (and wittiest) comebacks I've been on the receiving end of.

I ended up leaving in embarrassment before I ever got to order the mozzarella balls.

Brian, if you ever invite me back... your balls, my mouth. I don't care who hears it this time.

Anyway, if you'd like to hear more about Brian's balls, I'll be on the Ted & Amy 93Q Morning Show today at 8:25 a.m.

Amy... that was a joke. I needed a transition sentence, that’s all. I promise I'll behave.

I'll actually be on to talk about a charity event that I'll be telling you all about next week.

We’ll be at Green Lakes Lanes in Fayetteville for our next Josh's Jeopardy & Seasoning Show this Sunday at 4pm. We’ll be onsite at 3:30pm to register teams and sell spices.

06/24/2026

So... big announcement.

As you know, every year the New York State Fair brings in incredible performers for their free concerts during the 13-day extravaganza.

This year they've already announced artists like All-American Rejects, Melissa Etheridge, Aly & AJ, Ashanti, ZZ Top and a whole bunch more.

Well...

After negotiations and meetings with Fair officials, The New York State Fair has entrusted me with announcing their next BIG performer.

Ladies and gentlemen...drumroll please…
..it's me.

SIDENOTE: I ask my therapist at least once a month if I’m a narcissist, he swears I’m not, but after the way I just built up this announcement, putting myself on the same level as Melissa Etheridge…I fear the evidence to the contrary is mounting…rapidly. Maybe it’s time to ask him again during tomorrow’s session?

Anyway, back to the announcement….

I'm not playing Chevy Court. My singing has been described as 'confident,' which is not the compliment people think it is.

See, a few weeks ago, the New York State Department of Agriculture and Markets reached out asking if I had time for a meeting. My first thought was…

"Department of Agriculture? Oh God...one of the neighbors saw my husband, Joe, planting oregano last week, assumed we were running a cartel, and narc'ed us out."

Turns out the New York State Fair has a Demonstration Kitchen inside the Arts & Home Center with seating for about 200 people. Every year they invite insanely talented chefs from across New York to come cook live for the crowd.

This year they lowered their standards and asked me to come and cook with my spice blends.

Me, being the attention wh*re that I am, said yes immediately and had a date and time picked by the end of the meeting.

August 29th, 12:30pm located in the Wegmans Demonstration Kitchen. Click here to save the date... Cooking Under State Supervision w/ Josh

But first...I need your help. I only have time to cook one recipe.

What should it be?

• Something TikTok trendy?
• Something ridiculously over-the-top, like Fairy Dusted caviar on toast points?
• Something painfully normal that just tastes ridiculously good?
• Or one of those weird flavor combinations that sounds absolutely disgusting until you try it and suddenly you're questioning everything you thought you knew about food?

Let's start by picking the type of recipe. Once we narrow that down, I'll put together a few options, and you'll vote on what I cook live at the Fair.

Oh! Before I forget...

Tomorrow (Thursday) I'll be at Greenies Golf Lounge in Clay hosting trivia and selling spices at Josh's Jeopardy & Seasoning Show.

I hear the owner is going to feature some of our spices in his dishes for one night only! Trivia starts at 7:00 PM, but we'll be there at 6:30 PM registering teams and selling spices.

Speaking of selling spices. Do you think I can sell them at my cooking demo at the Fair? I mean...the contract never explicitly says I can't.

And I've always been more of a "beg for forgiveness" than "ask for permission" kind of fella.

What's the worst that could happen?

Police drag me out of the Fair by my kimono while Joe runs behind us with our lawyer on speakerphone yelling, "DON’T ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS!"

Besides, if Melissa Etheridge gets to sell merch at her show, why shouldn't I?
..Yep, I heard it too. I'm definitely bringing up the narcissism thing with my therapist tomorrow.

06/18/2026

502 orders.
1,587 bottles.
496 pounds of spice.

That's what left the Central New York Bureau of Flavor Affairs in the last 24 hours. (Yes, that's what I call my spice headquarters. No, I don't care that it's overly dramatic.)

In all seriousness...Thank you.

Sarah and I spent the entire day mixing, bottling, labeling, packing and shipping.

We shipped orders to 41 different states yesterday alone. Forty-one. Our spices are slowing taking over the country.

Alabama, Arkansas, Idaho, Indiana, Mississippi, Nebraska, Oklahoma, South Dakota and Wyoming…Call the national guard to fortify your borders, I’m coming for you and your bland chicken.

Now...Let's address yesterday's post.

You realize 502 of you agreed to have a Central New York Ménage à Trois with me yesterday...right?

(If you missed yesterday's post, that's the name of our discounted three-bottle bundle featuring CNY AF, Riggie Stardust and Salt City Tater Topper. Relax. It's spices.)

And somehow I satisfied every single one of you.

*Lights imaginary cigarette*

(I don't smoke, but it felt like the appropriate cinematic ending.)

The photo is the back of my Chevy Tahoe with the second and third rows folded flat. Every square inch of it was filled with your orders.

I ran out of big totes! If you look closely, you'll see black trash bags stuffed with packages. Sarah and I literally had to start using garbage bags to haul orders to the car.

That was only the first trip to the post office. There was another shipment later in the afternoon.

My little post office in Cicero is always so kind...but I’m convinced they secretly hate to see me coming with all my orders.

I imagine they see my Tahoe pull into the parking lot and someone behind the counter yells…

"SPICE BOY IS BACK – THIS IS NOT A DRILL – CODE RED!"

One clerk quietly locks the bathroom door.

Another suddenly remembers they forgot to take lunch.

The newest employee whispers, "Is...is this normal?"

I genuinely felt bad yesterday. So for the second load, I drove to the North Syracuse post office and made their life hell too.

Not because it was closer, not because it was faster. Because I couldn't, in good conscience, ask the good people of the Cicero Post Office to participate in another Central New York Ménage à Trois.

If you didn’t get your order in yesterday or didn’t want to pay shipping, I’ll be hosting trivia and selling spices at Twin Trees Too tonight. We’ll be onsite at 5:30pm to register teams.

Also, this Saturday, I’ll be hosting The SingleCut Barn Pride celebration, FREE trivia starts at 4pm! We’ll be onsite at 3:30pm selling spices and registering teams. Prizes sponsored by Single Cut.

I expect some witty team names at the pride event – bring your A game – I’m baking cookies for the team with the funniest name!

Link to spices in comments below.

06/16/2026

If you're anything like me, you've thought to yourself, "Gosh, I wish I could have a th*****me."

Well...today might be your lucky day. More on how I can fulfill your th*****me fantasies in a minute.

But first, now that I've successfully manipulated you into reading this...we have a brand new spice blend!

Meet Salt City Tater Topper. Loaded with real sweet cream butter, garlic, onion, dill, chive, white pepper, and a touch of lemon.

It's buttery, bright and savory. The kind of seasoning that makes you "accidentally" eat half a sheet pan of potatoes.

Now...let's talk potatoes.

I genuinely believe potatoes are one of God's most perfect foods. Mashed. Baked. French fried. Home fries. Hash browns. Tater tots. Potato salad. Chips. Pierogi. Vodka. (Yes, I'm counting vodka)

If humanity had to survive on one food for the rest of eternity, I'd bet my blue Scooby-Doo Fruit Snacks on potatoes.

And that's saying something because we all know the blue ones were the best.

Anyway, that brings us to one of Central New York's greatest culinary contributions: the salt potato.

Tiny potatoes boiled in ridiculously salty water until they're creamy, then smothered in melted butter. That's it. Somehow, something that simple became a summer tradition around here.

This blend started as my attempt to make those potatoes even better. Then I realized something.

It doesn't care what kind of potato you put it on. Roasted. Fries. Tots. Hash browns. Mashed. Baked. Wedges. Home fries. It all works with this blend.

Then I got a little carried away. (This surprises absolute no one.) Corn on the cob. Grilled chicken. Burgers. Steaks. Asparagus. Green beans. Pasta salad. Fresh summer vegetables. Even popcorn. Especially popcorn.

Now...remember that th*****me I promised you? I told you I'd get to it. I wouldn't tease you like that.

Allow me to introduce the Central New York Ménage à Trois.

Three bottles. One discounted price. One very questionable relationship.

Of course, if you or your significant other aren't quite ready to commit to a th*****me, Salt City Tater Topper is available by itself too. No judgment.

Here's who you'd be getting into bed with...

• CNY AF – inspired by the incredible mix of cultures that built Central New York.

• Riggie Stardust – everything you love about Chicken Riggies without the sauce. Garlic. Onion. Tomato. Parmesan. White wine. Just a touch of cherry pepper to remind you it's riggies.

• Salt City Tater Topper – our tribute to Syracuse summers, butter-soaked salt potatoes, backyard cookouts, and the belief that everything tastes better when eaten from a paper plate under a canopy that probably isn't tied down very well.

Three of our limited-edition blends. Three different CNY inspired stories.

So yes...today, I fulfilled your th*****me fantasies. You're welcome.

Somehow I managed to work a th*****me proposition into a sales pitch for spice blends.

Honestly, I'm smiling because I know my mother is reading this thinking...

"For once...just once...couldn't he have just said, 'We have a new spice blend,' and left it at that?"

*Long sigh*

"Of course not."

The link to buy is below. Sarah and I are spending today hand-mixing and bottling every order. Shipping starts tomorrow.

If you'd rather skip shipping, come see me this Thursday (June 18th) at Twin Trees Too. I'll be selling spices starting at 5:30 PM, then sticking around to host trivia at 6pm.

06/11/2026

When I host my trivia/spice shows around Central New York, I always try to keep the attention on the guests.

Ok, I couldn’t even write that with a straight face - in fact, it might be the biggest lie I've ever told.

The attention is usually on me. I'm a Grade-A attention wh*re. Repeat offender. No known cure. Doctors have tried. The FDA has issued warnings.

I'm a proud, card-carrying member of the Order of Perpetual Spotlight (Central New York Chapter), the Divine Ministry of Look-at-Me, and, as of last week, the newly appointed Decan of the Church of Latter-Day Slay. I was also recently named Employee of the Month at Me.

Anyway, despite my lifelong commitment to being perceived, I do really try to keep the guests in mind when hosting a show.

Before every show, I look at the restaurant, the town, and the demographics of who's likely to be there. I try to tailor the trivia, the stories, and the experience to fit the room.

After all, if everyone else isn't having fun, how am I supposed to receive the level of attention I've become accustomed to?

I recently picked up a new trivia victim (er... I mean client), Greenies Golf Lounge in Clay.

For those unfamiliar, Greenies is a restaurant and bar built around four massive golf simulators where people can play famous courses year-round, join leagues, compete with friends, and spend an evening hitting real life white balls into digitally rendered sand traps.

As someone whose knowledge of golf begins and ends with "the guy in the loud pants hit that ball far," I needed to learn a little more about the room.

And honestly? I'm excited about this one.

Sure, it's another show where I can sell a few more bottles of seasoning and continue spreading the Word of Josh. (I know. The ego on this guy. Somewhere there's a church organ playing every time I say my own name.)

But it's also in Clay. I live a hop, skip and jump away.

I live in Cicero, and Cicero and Clay are basically neighboring siblings. Brothers from different mothers, sisters from different misters – same town, different ground.

That last one is not a saying. I just made it up. You're watching the creative process happen in real time. How am I doing?

Most of my shows happen on the other side of town, so Greenies gives me a chance to meet a whole new crowd of people who have never seen one of my trivia nights.

It also gives local folks a chance to come out and buy spices without paying shipping.

Disclaimer: I have zero control over shipping costs. The money doesn't go to me. If it did, my hair would be significantly more fabulous.

So yes, I'm excited. Not just because it's another show. It's because I get to introduce my particular brand of chaos to a whole new restaurant and side of Central New York.

I met with the owner of Greenies, Brian, to talk about trivia. This poor man doesn't follow me here and has absolutely no idea what kind of chaos he's signed up for.

See, I don't just host trivia. I slowly become part of the restaurant.

Between rounds, I'm behind the bar mixing drinks with bartenders. I'm in the kitchen forcing myself on the line to help get food out. I'm helping run food.

Three weeks later I'm carrying a case of ketchup through the dining room to my car telling the staff, "Don't worry, Brian approved this."

Give me enough time and I'll have a name tag, a shift meal, and access to things that should probably require a key.

It's less "trivia host" and more "friendly workplace infiltration."

Employees of Greenies reading this: it was very clear during our meeting that Brian has absolutely no idea who I am.

Let's keep it that way. If he starts asking questions, change the subject. If he finds this post, tell him it's AI. If he asks whether I really run into kitchens, steal drinks, and introduce myself to customers as the assistant owner, deny everything.

We're all in this together now.

Here's where I'll be hosting trivia for the rest of the month. And if you'd like to grab spices, the link is in the comments.

- Tonight 7pm: Josh’s Jeopardy & Seasoning Show at The Ten Pin

- 6/18 6pm: Josh's Jeopardy & Seasoning Show at Twin Trees Too

- 6/25 7pm: Josh's Jeopardy & Seasoning Show at Greenies Golf Lounge

- 6/28 4pm: Josh's Jeopardy & Seasoning Show at Green Lakes Lanes

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