I don't give a crap about dessert
Monday, March 25, 2013
Fridge Raid For The Horse's Mouth
If anyone even sees this post and gives a shit, can they figure out
what ingredients make up these late night snacks? And Joe,
thanks for askin.....
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
My Bonnie lives over in Brooklyn
My Bonnie's more kayaks than me
growed yeller tomatoes
And loves smoked mootz from Joe's Dairy
Monday, August 13, 2012
Steve from Spartina posted about his
in San Diego. Lately, he's been providing more
salivary visions than I have, and frankly, I'm somewhat
jealous. His inside track on raw fish has made me realize
up Federal City Road in the very near
future is imminent, and my camera is mandatory luggage.
Hello? Yes.......I'd like to make a reservation. Will you
have Uni Friday night? Great. Seven o'clock, for two?
Friday, June 29, 2012
Red Meat and Red Wine
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
I traveled to Philly in search of some Pho (Fuh),
but drove past Reading Terminal, wait......... huh?
I had a roast pork sandwich at Tommy Dinic's (Dinitch's),
who uses broccoli rabes instead of spinaches.
Knowing I was close to Siu Kee Duck House,
I bought 3 wings and 2 quails, (not 2 grouse).
The roasted fowl all hung in the window with care,
with hopes that Baydog soon would be there.
The aroma it encircled my head like a wreath,
and left grease on my fingers and a bone in my teeth.
No Vietnamese beef noodle soup this time down.
But it's only 35 minutes to Chinatown!
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Tacos de Pescado
I'm a complete sucker for fish tacos.
Photo courtesy of Mitch Zeissler
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
There's been a
of sorts lately that's been preventing
me from spending any meaningful time doing what I've come to
really enjoy: blogging. It involves engaging my brain and tapping
my experience and creative juices in order to justify a paycheck
that I am once again depositing on Fridays. This requirement
severely reduces the countless free hours to which I had become
quite accustomed. I log on much less frequently these days, and
often feel as if the blogosphere is passing me by. I know this
happens to most folks at some point in their blogging lives,
and I'd rather get this out of the way
and look forward to a
more prolific presence in the near future.
Presently, I survive vicariously through my friends' posts.
Luckily, they all continue to provide fresh, original content for me
to pore over at the end of the night, while eating my re-heated
slices of Buffalo-Chicken pizza and garlic knots.
This could certainly be the death of me. I must be strong.