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Put down the Bud Light and no one gets hurt. Including - and especially - yourself. [/kidnap voice]
Put down the Bud Light and no one gets hurt. Including - and especially - yourself. [/kidnap voice]
I'm not at all sure what "mouthfeet" is supposed to be either, though I clearly recall my mouth feeling as if hundreds of rats had trampled across my tongue overnight - all due to some minor excesses with beer. Is that what you meant?![]()

mouthfeet?
Have an Affligem and stop reading, just taste.
Nice work, yanks. The world is safe for us yuppies today because of you.
Tonight I am making bbq'ed chicken drumsticks, potato salad and eggplant lasagnette. The drumsticks I'm just winging. Ha! The potato salad is an epicurious dot com recipe (I am addicted to that site), and the lasagnette is a recipe from one of those weird things I believe you elderly types call a "book." Michael Chiarello's Travigne Cookbook (he's not with the restaurant anymore), arranged by seasons. I have some farmer's market eggplants, and finally found something that worked with the ingredients I had, although I did have to ask Mister Man to get some goat cheese.
Ha, yuppies from hell! Oh dahling, would you please pick up some goat cheese from the store. It will pair amazingly well with the chardonnaayyyyyyy. This one earned 94 points from Wine Spectator magazine so you know it's fahhhhhbulous.
Anyhoo. I have been craving potato salad all summer. And now it's fall. But better late than never!
Hope all is well, LilyB, and that you're hanging in there. I read your posts about the job sitch. I have no brilliant advice, but I am rooting for you, and drinking for you.![]()
Well, as I mentioned elsewhere the lasagnette got scrapped because someone forgot the tomato sauce. I ended up roasting the baby eggplants and some zucchini with goat cheese. Damn it was good. And so was the potato salad, although the recipe was kind of bland. I threw in some capers and herbs from my garden.
I am so tired today it's not even funny. My schedule these days is just KILLING me. I'm sitting here trying to wake up, and it's the afternoon. I mean, I'm upright, but not really focused. Sighhhh.
I killed myself for a trunk show at which I made 17 bucks this weekend.
I killed myself for a trunk show at which I made 17 bucks this weekend.
Not strictly a nightcap-related event, but since we often digress into matters of the palate, I thought this might be the appropriate place for a gustatory confession. Of sorts.
While I can still say with a degree of honesty that no Twinkie has ever crossed my lips, I did today sample a competitor's equivalent product. No one can say that I am not open to new, and even disgusting, experiences. I should not shop at a food store when I am hungry or even after having recently eaten (since the thought of "dessert!" comes to mind). Alas, my fabled will-power (actually, it really ought to be called won't power) was insufficient and I dropped my dollar on a little package of garish yellow finger cakes filled with chemicals vaguely resembling a glutinous mass of dairy-like substance.
Afterwards all I could think of was, "I need to gargle with sewer water."
ETA: I wonder if all the preservatives in this desultory delicacy will help me live longer.
ITW.
*ITW responds, "yes"*
ITW, I have just one word for you. Are you listening, ITW?
*ITW responds, "yes"*
Zucchini.
*ITW responds, "zucchini?*
Yes, ITW, zucchini.
Not strictly a nightcap-related event, but since we often digress into matters of the palate, I thought this might be the appropriate place for a gustatory confession. Of sorts.
While I can still say with a degree of honesty that no Twinkie has ever crossed my lips, I did today sample a competitor's equivalent product. No one can say that I am not open to new, and even disgusting, experiences. I should not shop at a food store when I am hungry or even after having recently eaten (since the thought of "dessert!" comes to mind). Alas, my fabled will-power (actually, it really ought to be called won't power) was insufficient and I dropped my dollar on a little package of garish yellow finger cakes filled with chemicals vaguely resembling a glutinous mass of dairy-like substance.
Afterwards all I could think of was, "I need to gargle with sewer water."
ETA: I wonder if all the preservatives in this desultory delicacy will help me live longer.

Hee hee. Was it a little Debbie? I had a friend who loved those. He was sort of a junk food connoisseur.
I had an IPA last night! I forget which one. Whatever was in Mister Man's fridge. It was tasty. We also ate the leftover potato salad, the roasted vegetables with goat cheese and some Italian sausages.
Tonight it's me and kidlet and I think I'm doing hummus and pita with olive oil infused with rosemary from my garden. Now I just have to figure out what vegetables to torture him with.![]()
ITW.
*ITW responds, "yes"*
ITW, I have just one word for you. Are you listening, ITW?
*ITW responds, "yes"*
Zucchini.
*ITW responds, "zucchini?*
Yes, ITW, zucchini.
Ha. Mushrooms. And I like zucchini!
You can not realistically say you never had a Twinkie. I know how old you are.
~LB
I have never eaten a Hostess Twinkie. Prior to yesterday I had never even eaten a clone of a Twinkie. My mother baked her own bread and I don't ever remember a store-bought dessert in our house other than doughnuts. And before you press me, I've never had a Ho Ho or anything sold by Lil Debbie.
As a teenager I was fond of the Hostess fruit pies but now I retch when I pass them in the grocery store.
OK fine. My mother baked and cooked from scratch too. But we had Twinkies in our lunches. And the ill-named Snowballs as well. As well as Moonpies, which I confess missing. Perhaps our school lunches were her break from cooking. I'll ask the next time I talk to her.
After a long, crazy week I am sitting here with a Cartlidge and Brown Chard before I attack chores required to make my house look civilized before house guests arrive tomorrow. (I know I'm supposed to do chores first and drink later but I just don't want to follow the rules today.)
Cheers all!
~LB
I just googled that wine. Sounds good. I do tend to like the richer, more creamy/buttery chardonnays.. Wonder if I can find it here.
*ponders that*
If you can find it there, I do recommend it. Its about $10-12 a bottle in my part of the US, for reference.
So, I once again did not win the Powerball so it seems I will have to return to work tomorrow. I am mourning the end of the weekend with one of my standbys, Mirassou Chard. Leftover lasagna for dinner.
Really spiffy clean house. All the laundry is done. This is a miraculous event in my house that calls for celebration.
And MWY, I came across a recipe for Whoopie pies today and thought of you. These use a "chemical free" (ha ha) marshmallow cream from Trader Joe's. As if "chemical free" marshmallow cream is any healthier. Nevertheless, I might make some this week. There is a barely discernible sign of autumn in the air here and the end of summer always gets me in the mood to bake.
~LB
).God today has been a hell of a day. Been up for 26 hours, waiting 12 hours for a call about a job, hosted a birthday party for my niece, cooked for 6 hours, god I'm exhausted. So I'm just sitting here at my laptop, enjoying one of my rare cigarettes, and drink an Ice Cold BL Lime. They need to add more lime to them by the way. Just trying to find away to chat and enjoy myself till I can get the kinks out of my neck and back and go to sleep. Anyone care to join me for a light evening chat?
I like Bud Light Lime. MWY is trying to cure me of this, however. Sigh
~LB