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Impromptu Birthday dinners are best
We went here to celebrate my friend’s birthday. Of course I managed to meet a writer. Another wine guy who writes for this paper and is almost as funny as my wine guy pal, Mark Phillips.
We ate tapas. Some looked like hairy balls but tasted better.
I love going to places I have never been before, meeting new people and eating food I never would have made, especially on a Tuesday night at 6pm against the traffic.…
Merry Christmas from Britney Spears.
If you’re reading this. That was a lie. Just a way to test the hit counter.
It should say;
Read Linda’s 10th Annual Report, the lowdown on the family happenings all year because her sisters never visit and her mother and father never call and most of the coolest people in the world she left behind in weird places like Schwenksville, PA and Rindge, New Hampshire and a bunch of tiny suburbs on the left coast. (the other cool people she sees weekly).
This is the kind of writing that made people say, “Will I be on your Christmas …
If George Thorogood Had Sung About Food
That’s the title of the essay I wrote for a local contest sponsored by Wordsmiths Books in Decatur. Russ, their marketing guru convinced me to submit an entry and then dangled a horde of prizes as enticement for me to attend the event last night. I, in turn, dangled a horde of beery prizes at Twain’s to get Karen to join me.
Two ladies read scintillating tomes of solo food ingestion, because they wrote THIS book:We missed the first part, but were treated to “The Asparagus Story” which was quite enough. The book idea and essay …
