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.....  

Carprese Salad

My Bonnie lives over in Brooklyn

My Bonnie's more kayaks than me

My Bonnie growed yeller tomatoes

And loves smoked mootz from Joe's Dairy

Sushiego

Steve from Spartina posted about his sushi experience

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 

that a half-mile trip 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?

Red Meat and Red Wine

Sidetracked

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!

Tacos de Pescado

I'm a complete sucker for fish tacos.

Photo courtesy of Mitch Zeissler

Responsibility

There's been a distraction 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 now 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.