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.

Pizza for Breakfast?

But of course!