NYC Chocolate:
Max Brenner: Chocolate by the Bald Man. (Via Grow-a-Brain. There’s a whole entry on chocolate for today, full of chocolate links. In fact, there’s a whole category called Unusual Chocolates.)
Max Brenner: Chocolate by the Bald Man. (Via Grow-a-Brain. There’s a whole entry on chocolate for today, full of chocolate links. In fact, there’s a whole category called Unusual Chocolates.)
Not much posting for the next few days. Closing is 11 a.m. on Wednesday. Moving is Thursday. Most of Ray’s toys have been packed. When we packed the first box (a couple of weeks ago), she wanted to pack all her toys, right then and there, to make sure they made it to the new
For when the cat has got your tongue, there’s no need for dismay…
All is going well…more stuff packed today. Ray’s computer is packed, which means mother and child are now going to bicker over the same system for a few days. Lee gave me the day off, so I drove by the house, went to Poor Richard’s, ate at La Creperie (overrated), walked into a coffee shop
(Tales from a Life of Delicious Excess)By Gael Greene As advertised, so delivered. Gael Greene has been the food writer for New York magazine since its beginning in 1968, back when foodieism wasn’t big, or at least not big in the way it is now. According to the memoirs, she truly is insatiable for both
(Adventures in Entrepreneurship From the Founder of Dogfish Head Craft Brewery)By Sam Calagione Too bad I don’t like beer. Some people have told me it’s an acquired taste, but other things I’ve eaten and drunk were supposed to be aquired tastes, and I liked them from the get-go. Like coffee. I started out on almost
“I am not a snickerdoodle. I am a wimowep.” — Ray Kenyon
The piano has been drinkingAnd the bar stools are all on fireAnd all the newspapers were just foolingAnd the ash-trays have retiredAnd I’ve got a feeling that the piano has been drinkingIt’s just a hunchThe piano has been drinking and he’s going to lose his lunchAnd the piano has been drinkingNot me, not me, The
Quite a bit of the stuff is packed. No insurmountable obstacles looming. I’ve been in a foul mood the last few days, mostly caused by a few minor issues and a lot of worry. The more stuff is packed/cleaned/resolved, the better I feel, though, so it works out. Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggghhhh!
nudiustertian (nu-di-uhs-TUR-shuhn) adjective Of or relating to the day before yesterday. [From Latin nudius tertius, literally, today is the third day.] ( via wordsmith.org)