Day 138: Pizza
Food. Fascinating. [Project 365]
(This entry originally posted Friday at The Memphis Blog) The World Championship Barbecue Cooking contest is heating up in every literal way possible. I moseyed down there for lunch today to visit my friend and co-worker Mike (below, at right), CA plateroom/prepress man and the brains behind Sow Luau, and sweated buckets in the sun. But it’s a beautiful day so I can’t complain too much. I got some free food (a hamburger, a hot…
Evan and his girlfriend Charlotte were in town today so we had lunch at Central BBQ. I goaded him into trying the barbecue chicken nachos. He wrecked his plate quite thoroughly (those damn things are tasty) and then proclaimed that he’d had so much to eat that, later, he’d probably be able to “shit through a screen and never hit a wire.” Which is now officially my favorite thing to say, ever. [Project 365]
I took one photo today and this is it. I wouldn’t say I’m burned out, but I would say I’m INCREDIBLY LAZY. Anyway, I ate at RP Tracks for the first time ever, and had barbecue tofu nachos for the first time ever (pretty tasty, and I am a bonafide meat lover), and sat around and bitched and moaned about the crumbling sisterhood … not for the first time ever … with some of my…
I’m not sure what got into me last night but I came home from work and turned into Susie Homemaker all of a sudden. I got a pot roast cookin’ and then made these little beauties. And then later drizzled the leftover chocolate on apple slices, and lo it was all good. I can’t decide if I should mention that I was up ’til well after the sun rose, watching a friend’s high-school videos, or…
Sometimes you’re at Target buying shit you don’t need and you decide you’d like to have a bacon cheeseburger, which you also don’t need. God bless America. [Project 365]
My mantra for the day. [Project 365]
I always feel a little like I’m tempting fate when I cook chicken for myself.
Met up with @fancycwabs for lunch today at Lobster King, continuing my quest to de-weirdify Asian food to my palate. Had the cashew chicken and the hot and sour soup. It was great. I ate tofu, y’all. TOFU. Well, a little. Like, maybe a tablespoon or so. Still not sold. This is the fortune I got. I want very badly to believe that there is some big cosmic meaning behind the usage of “prophesy” instead…
Last night I cleaned out my fridge and today I finally threw away the remains of my 2007 birthday cake. There are no typos in that sentence, I assure you. I am just a disgusting, filthy human being who lives more or less like a 22-year-old bachelor (but who places “banging chicks” waaaay further down on the ol’ priority list). Actually, I made a conscious decision to keep the cake in, oh, say June, when…
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