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
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
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.