This was all that and a bag of chips. I never expect a reward but they always give us one and unfortunately for them, they keep upping their game, so next time they'll have a hard time topping this one.
this is a blog about the food in my life. what I eat, what I wanna eat, what I make, what I bake, what I wanna make and bake, ideas and recipes. it's also my thoughts on food or stories behind the meals. The lyric references are from my lifelong love of classic rock and funk and from working a hunnerd years in music retail.
Showing posts with label Joe Walsh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joe Walsh. Show all posts
Friday, August 26, 2022
Life's Been Good to Me So Far
My neighbors asked me to water they're garden while they went away on a trip and as a reward, brought me this lovely pie. It had gold chocolate flecks on the top! We're not dessert people because P doesn't like sweets, which means I stopped making them, which means I'm not a dessert person. Plus, sugar makes me anxious and gives me acne like a teenager but I'm not smart enough to stop eating it just because it makes me miserable. But when I dipped my fork into this opulent dream, you would have easily mistaken me for a pie lover. In fact, I froze a few pieces and ate a whole half of it before throwing the rest out, standing at the trash can with the sadness of attending a funeral as the heavy thud sound of the remnants sank straight to the bottom. It turns out Petee's Pie Company is one of the best pie makers in the city, according to the New York Magazine as well as many other publications. They have a location down the street in Brooklyn. This was the Lavish Chocolate Cream - A rich, old-fashioned chocolate pudding made with bittersweet chocolate and cocoa, topped with dollops of fresh whipped cream and real gold leaf-adorned chocolate flakes.
Labels:
Brooklyn pie,
Joe Walsh,
neighbors,
Petee's Pie Co
Saturday, January 30, 2016
I Can't Complain But Sometimes I Still Do
This was one of those bullshit shifts where I had to go in around 3pm, and on a Saturday. Just knowing you have to be in that larger than life retail environment when it's heading towards the mellow hour messes with my head. I get grouchy and resentful. I fill with dread and anxiety. I've tried being grateful and shutting down my internal voices of discontent. Sometimes it works but in the end, it truly does suck to disrupt relaxation and rejuvenation. You get through it but there is nothing known that can make me think it's a wonderful thing.
And then your cat hauls off and looks the most comfortable a living thing can be on the planet at that moment by sleeping on the bed in the warm sun clutching your mates leg. I can't take it I tell you. It's mental waterboarding.
Monday, April 14, 2014
Life's Been Good to Me So Far
Saturday, July 21, 2012
I Can't Complain But Sometimes I Still Do
Brunch at Maggie Brown with friends. Good veggie burgers and fries. Again, struggled with my choice, regretted I didn't get the Caesar salad. Hot day, needed something cool and certainly didn't need those fries.
This place is very upbeat, friendly, always has a great vibe, the waitress is attentive and genuine. We love it. The experience is always great and we'll keep going. The only thing I would wish for probably and its being nit-picky maybe but to make the plates a little prettier. That corned beef hash thing that Josh gets is awesome and that strawberry butter is divine. You even get a biscuit! And those pancakes were soft and pillowy but there was nothing to eat with your eyes beforehand. Maybe its the huge white plates. Or maybe I just need to shut up and eat my lunch.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)