Spotted at the supermarket today. We did not purchase any.
I’ve been looking for this for months. It’s what other kinds of ketchup want to be when they finally grow up.
One thing leads to another.
Hm, vintage 2004 Three-Buck-Chuck. One wonders, will 8 years of cellar aging make it, um, drinkable?
Oh, and breakfast was spectacular too. Laura and her S.O. are doing great things at the Blue Plate Special.
Long a tightly held secret here in the tom-mcgee.com test kitchens, now for the first time we’re making it public. Enjoy.
For F’s biiiig birthday we celebrated at Porta in Asbury Park, NJ.
Forgive me for being snarky. Really. Anyway I’ve paid my dues by posting a few lovely photo galleries since I’ve been here and doesn’t that count for something? The daughter unit and I call it the “random adjective and unlikely animal” style. Just in walking downtown for an hour saturday morning I came up with…
Or so they said. Could my favorite author, Cormac McCarthy, really have written these restaurant reviews? Of course not, it says so right on the tin. Still as parody they are hilarious. And so the man defied the villagers and ate the taco. In defiance of the will of those people but also in defiance…