helpings

Hey,

Tons of leftovers. Both a blessing and a curse. Everything was so good, but I still feel like I'm digesting from two days ago.

But alas, my belly grumbles.

Back to the appetizers. The Veggie and Fruit Platters remain decent. It's a start. The Spinach Dip taste fine, but not in the mood. Any of the other dishes will need to be warmed up and I'm not ready to operate any kitchen equipment just yet.

Wait, what's this? Behind the Cauliflower... Oh my god! We still have Pumpkin Pie.

Mission Accomplished

pig skin

Hey,

All things Mid-West are upon us. Here is a sampling of tomorrow's menu:

Spinach Dip, Bloody Mary's, Veggie Platter, Raw Shrimp, Macaroni Salad, Fruit Platter, Football, Beer, Turkey (not for me), Mashed Potatoes, Corn, Green Beans, Disappointment in Football, Gravy, Sweet Potatoes, Biscuits, Hard Cider, Cauliflower, Cranberry, Pie, Drinks, Other Pie, Something Else, Champagne, Too Much, Nap.

Round Two.

Thanks

tour of duty

Day 3

We drove to the Redhook Brewery for a tour of the facility. $1 grants access into the inner workings of the fermentation and bottling plant. Our guide Spencer, poured samples of their famous craft beer while dishing out knowledge and one-liners.

The tour was both very educational and tasty. I have a new found appreciation for Redhook products. If you are ever in the Seattle area and you like beer then you must indulge. At the very least, the trip is an economical buzz. Because you get 6 or 7 half pints of high grade beer (most variety around 5%-7% alcohol by volume) and they let you keep your glass.

Just look how happy I am.

Hops

breaking news

Hey,

While cleaning some dishes I managed to severely hurt myself. Some dried pasta had crusted to the bottom of a pot and when I tried to scrap it off, a large piece got wedged under the fingernail on my right thumb.

It hurt. Bad.

Tweezers and a few bloody pulls removed the intruder but the damage was done. Fuck you pasta. You just started something you'll never be able to finish.

Relentless

vay cay

Day 1

The Wallingford Pizza House. A large 'Famous Spinach' pie flanked by pitchers of Scuttlebutt Nitro. Cheap risque conversation, jokes and memories. We tipped well and stormed off into the brisk night air.

I didn't know it then, but I was about to get Ice Cream and it was going to delicious.

Enter Molly Moon's. Homemade Waffle Cones, gourmet flavors surrounded by a sea of bundled patrons. A kid's scoop of Salted Caramel. Maybe the best I've ever had.

I looked to my friends and asked "Is this heaven?" and they replied "No, it's just the Wallingford section of South Central Seattle."

That night I dreamt of what amazing treats have yet still to come.

Stay Tuned

to the moon and back again

Hey,

Just got back from Seattle. 4 days. 10 meals. Lots to talk about.

Also, I may or may not have puked on the airplane on the way home.

Welcome back