food friends project 365 (2009)

Day 166: Monday Margaritas

Kristin mercifully had Monday off work so we were able to kick it low-stress style at The Local Taco, where we split a pitcher of margaritas as the sky spit rain at us periodically. It was nasty and humid and lovely and tasty. I wish I hadn’t had to rush back to Memphis so soon, but I’m noticing more and more that my life these days is an ongoing string of sorry-to-run-but-I-have-to-be-here-at-this-time proclamations. I don’t…

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food friends Memphis project 365 (2009) work

Day 135: BBQ Fest

(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…

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food friends project 365 (2009)

Day 54: RP Tracks

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…

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food friends project 365 (2009)

Day 52: Dipped

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…

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project 365 (2009) the family

Day 33: El Potrillo

They’ve gone and put a Mexican restaurant in the old Grandma’s Kitchen building in downtown Saltillo. My little old Saltillo, pop. 300, with no bank, no school, one gas station, and but one red light (which currently does not work) has a Mexican restaurant now. If the economy keeps tanking and I lose my job and have to move back in with my parents, I will at least be able to drown my sorrows in…

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