Category: General

crack sandwich

[This post has been languishing unpublished for months — I decided to set it free even without its photo.] Went to a lovely dinner party at friends of friends the other day, which by the way consisted of a lamb-greenbean-tomato stew that I’d actually been eyeing for years in the New York Cookbook (yummy, it turns out) served with mashed potatoes and parsnips, and a prune/rum bread pudding. Delish. However, the thing I found completely irresistable was a packet of cookies labeled “Crack Sandwich” in big letters, brought as a gift by one of the other guests. I sneaked it out into the hallway to snap a camera-phone image of it, so i could share with you all on the interweb. I am such a nerd. (Update: And I should be stripped of my nerd credentials, since i appear to have deleted the photo before uploading it. AAAGGHH! Try this link to a photo of a similar product: http://www.nocommercialpotential.net/failagain/2005/09/crack_sandwich.html)

so so wrong

Today I went to the crappy supermarket near the office to buy papertowels and milk for the coffee, and at the checkout there was an exhortation to buy some “Santa Dollars” to support charity. I had to look more than twice to make sure what I was seeing was real, but Santa Dollars are legitimate US currency, in $1 denominations (you pay $2, therein the profit for charity), with the rosy smiling face of SANTA fucking CLAUS on the bill in place of George Washington. I wish i was kidding.

musings on wine

I’m wondering why wine hasn’t been having the adverse effect on me lately that it usually has. It started in Italy, where tallasiandude and I drank way more wine that we normally would, and none of it made us feel nasty. And last week I drank a bunch of wines with C at blackbird and green zebra, and felt just fine. So what’s up with that? In the past, even half a glass of wine would make me feel bloated and full (cutting into my ability to EAT, a horrible state of affairs), and would make my head hurt and my feet swell; I started to just avoid it altogether. How come none of this wine lately has done that? Is it that it’s better wine? Is it that it’s not American wine? Is it that I’m a freak of nature and have undergone some bizarre cellular transformation?

way down south in carolina


Went down to Raleigh for M & A’s wedding, which was just lovely — everyone should be so happy at their wedding as these two were. It was literally joy-full to be there to witness it.
We ate some fabulous fried green tomatoes with lemony shrimp at the reception, and a full-on Carolina-style BBQ spread at M’s parents’ place afterward, both of which were deelish. The next morning, after tallasiandude had to head home for class, I took myself to the Waffle House along the interstate and had a pecan waffle and a monstrous slab of salty country ham. Yeehaw! Yummy.

weirdly appealing #2

Second in what appears to be an ongoing periodic series. Inspired by I know not what, it occurred to me that it might be a good idea to pour some kefir over my leftover mashed red kuri squash. So I put a pinch of nutmeg and a shake of hot hungarian paprika and a pinch of salt into the squash, heated it up, and poured cold plain kefir over it. And stuck a slice of stinky old cheddar next to it. The squash and kefir ends up being mostly creamy and only a little tangy, which is a nice accent to the sweetness of the squash itself, and the spices keep it from being overly sweet. Stinky cheddar is mostly just a source of protein, but goes nicely nonetheless.