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Even Martha Stewart needs some time off from the kitchen every now and again. The domestic diva admitted on her Twitter last week that she ate out on Thanksgiving.

"Full confession: I did not cook on Thanksgiving -- went to Per Se for brunch and to watch the Macy's parade -- dinner with friends at Four Seasons," she wrote Friday. "Four Seasons did a great job -- turkey for each table, all the fixings, soufflés for dessert, pretty impressive considering a full house!"

Stewart ended her Thanksgiving with a screening of the "Twilight" film "New Moon," which she called "really excellent," though she found the wolves to be "mangy."

The eating out revelation came just a couple of days after she demonstrated turkey roasting on the "Today Show."

What do you think? Should Martha have cooked her own feast? Or do you approve of eating out for Thanksgiving?

Another day, another list. This time, it's Anthony Bourdain's "13 Places to Eat Before You Die," which appears in the June issue of Men's Health. Bourdain's article shouts out restaurants and stores across the globe, from New York's smoked fish shrine Russ & Daughters to Spain's gourmand ground zero, elBulli.

Bourdain acknowledges that as "any seasoned traveler can tell you, the 'best' meals on the planet are the result of an ephemeral confluence of circumstances," and makes convincing arguments for each of his picks, which also include Kansas City, Kan.'s Oklahoma Joe's Barbecue, Tokyo's Sukiyabashi Jiro and London's St. John.

But even with the disclaimer and rationale behind Bourdain's choices, plenty are as likely to find fault with his logic (and apparently abundant frequent flier miles) as they are with a list proclaiming, say, the best pizza places in the U.S.

We have the text of the article so you can weigh in on Bourdain's hits -- and misses -- after the jump.

.000001%* of the population will be paid actual cash money to step foot into the on deck circle at Yankee Stadium. Still, that doesn't stop hordes of fans from TiVoing Inside Baseball, poring over box scores and suiting up in team regalia on game day. For some of us, food holds an equally compelling balance of gut-level devotion and wonkish stat-based compulsion. A reservation at elBulli is akin to scoring home team dugout seats for the seventh game of the World Series. Food fans -- here's your program.

It's said that 2,000,000 requests a year come in for just 8000 seats at Ferran Adrià's Spanish temple of molecular gastronomy. The closest many of us will come is grazing through this brand new 528 page play-by-play, A Day at elBulli An insight into the the ideas, methods and creativity of Ferran Adrià. It's not so much the common parlance's "food porn" as it is a post-millennial culinary junkie's process orgy, documenting each staff motion and motivation, every microgram of alginate and liquid nitrogen, and fetishistically breaking down quantity and custom and customer/server semiotics.

The proverbial sausage has never been so obsessively, graphically made for public consumption, and rarely has it been so deliciously presented. There are pleasing pictures and recipes, to be sure (Hazelnut praline air, anyone? Perhaps some Garrapi-nitro pine nuts?), but sans easy access to an Isomalt-R-Us, it's a fever-dream cookbook. It is, however, a deeply heartening food-ifesto.

Is it bad that I haven't visited any of the top 50 restaurants in the world? Not even once?

I guess it's not surprising, considering only 8 of the top 50 are here in the United States and none are near me. Thomas Keller's The French Laundry in Yountville, CA is the top U.S. restaurant at #4. Other U.S. spots include Per Se, Jean Georges, Le Bernardin, Charie Trotter's, Daniel, Alinea, and Chez Panisse. The top restaurant is El Bulli in Spain (the site also lists restaurants 51 to 100).

I really have to get out more.

[via Gastronomic Fight Club]

You know him as the Super-Size Me guy. Morgan Spurlock is the guy who ate nothing but McDonald's for 30 days and lived to tell about it in a movie. New York Magazine's food blog, Grub Street, followed the director, now several years later (after a full-recovery?) and looking a little scruffier, for a few days to see how the man eats. He hasn't eaten a Big Mac since the movie, but in the past week, he did dine at Thomas Keller's Per Se, which sounds just as belly-busting as 30 days of fast food.