Posting this per a conversation I had tonight with my work friend Cat. The shiny mid-80's are back! (sorta)
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Mmmm...cheese...grilled
I've been having this ongoing craving all day for a Friendly's grilled cheese sandwich and fries.
Of course, there isn't a Friendly's in Colorado. I'd be surprised if there are even 2 of them left in New England, where they originated. Friendly's really was the food of my childhood, all served up on red-edged stoneware plates, with a promise of ice cream after. I can get a grilled cheese on white bread and fries at a generic diner anywhere, but it won't be like Friendly's. The bread won't be quite as perfectly square, the cheese will melt all funny, and there won't be that ridged dill pickle slice at the side. The fries won't be as perfectly crinkly. The ketchup will taste different. And I won't be able to have a butterscotch ice cream sundae at that same place for dessert.
Oh...let's admit it. My tastebuds have probably grown too sophisticated for a Friendly's grilled cheese. So I think I'll go for a Chedd's grilled cheese in the upcoming future. I don't like that I'm paying upwards of $8 for a cheese sandwich (usually the cheapest thing on any menu, no?). Also, I'm not the biggest fan of the calories. Heck though, I have to have a modified diet on Sunday to prepare for a medical test on Monday. Modified diet = no fiber, seeds, or anything remotely chewy or granola-crunchy healthy. So, Chedd's grilled cheese on Sunday am, here I come. And maybe I'll go by Good Times later in the day to have a butterscotch or caramel sundae. Without nuts.
Of course, there isn't a Friendly's in Colorado. I'd be surprised if there are even 2 of them left in New England, where they originated. Friendly's really was the food of my childhood, all served up on red-edged stoneware plates, with a promise of ice cream after. I can get a grilled cheese on white bread and fries at a generic diner anywhere, but it won't be like Friendly's. The bread won't be quite as perfectly square, the cheese will melt all funny, and there won't be that ridged dill pickle slice at the side. The fries won't be as perfectly crinkly. The ketchup will taste different. And I won't be able to have a butterscotch ice cream sundae at that same place for dessert.
Oh...let's admit it. My tastebuds have probably grown too sophisticated for a Friendly's grilled cheese. So I think I'll go for a Chedd's grilled cheese in the upcoming future. I don't like that I'm paying upwards of $8 for a cheese sandwich (usually the cheapest thing on any menu, no?). Also, I'm not the biggest fan of the calories. Heck though, I have to have a modified diet on Sunday to prepare for a medical test on Monday. Modified diet = no fiber, seeds, or anything remotely chewy or granola-crunchy healthy. So, Chedd's grilled cheese on Sunday am, here I come. And maybe I'll go by Good Times later in the day to have a butterscotch or caramel sundae. Without nuts.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Remembering Giant bagels...
I am over at St Mark's now, and I just ate a giant bagel. I recorded this dutifully in my (sigh) Weight Watchers journal: 5 points. I justify eating a bagel (plain, toasted, cut in 4's) today because my stomach is back to feeling a bit "off" from Thursday night's digestive episode.
And now the free association begins: Giant Bagel was a name of a bagel shop around the corner from the Strand. We'd do breakfast runs there all the time. I once asked the counter guy for a phone number. He was a bit taken aback: "My phone number?" Um, no, sorry, the phone number of the shop. I figured it would be easier to call in for orders ahead of time.
Although the major supermarket chain where I grew up was called Giant Food, I don't recall we ever got bagels there. My parents were major bagel snobs and would never buy a bagel from a supermarket, not even Lender's bagels. That's what you get for having one parent from Brooklyn and the other from southern Connecticut, I guess. No, instead they drove all the way down to this place called Bagel City to pick up their bagels. This place is still as good as it ever was. I'm partial to their black and white bagels, which are made of pumpernickel and plain bagel doughs twisted together.
Back to today's recovery: I brought some crystallized ginger with me to help with the stomach weirdness. It does seem to work, and is a lot less disruptive (and sugary) to my stomach than ginger ale.
And now the free association begins: Giant Bagel was a name of a bagel shop around the corner from the Strand. We'd do breakfast runs there all the time. I once asked the counter guy for a phone number. He was a bit taken aback: "My phone number?" Um, no, sorry, the phone number of the shop. I figured it would be easier to call in for orders ahead of time.
Although the major supermarket chain where I grew up was called Giant Food, I don't recall we ever got bagels there. My parents were major bagel snobs and would never buy a bagel from a supermarket, not even Lender's bagels. That's what you get for having one parent from Brooklyn and the other from southern Connecticut, I guess. No, instead they drove all the way down to this place called Bagel City to pick up their bagels. This place is still as good as it ever was. I'm partial to their black and white bagels, which are made of pumpernickel and plain bagel doughs twisted together.
Back to today's recovery: I brought some crystallized ginger with me to help with the stomach weirdness. It does seem to work, and is a lot less disruptive (and sugary) to my stomach than ginger ale.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Privacy? Hah, right!
Unlike approximately 95 percent of the people I know, I have a land-line as well as a cell phone. I like to have the land-line around as a safety factor, and it also makes it easier to take a work call from home.
I also like my privacy, so I keep my land-line number unpublished. I pay the phone company a set amount each month to make sure it stays unpublished. So why is it that my unpublished, land-line number is showing up on a website called http://www.hellodenver.com ?
I'm not going to link to that site from this blog, but those of you who know my full name and last name can look that up, and sure enough, you'll see my land-line listed. Which I thought was a private listing.
Thankfully my address isn't on that site. Still, creepy.
I also like my privacy, so I keep my land-line number unpublished. I pay the phone company a set amount each month to make sure it stays unpublished. So why is it that my unpublished, land-line number is showing up on a website called http://www.hellodenver.com ?
I'm not going to link to that site from this blog, but those of you who know my full name and last name can look that up, and sure enough, you'll see my land-line listed. Which I thought was a private listing.
Thankfully my address isn't on that site. Still, creepy.
Whatever happened to these records I used to have? (part 1)
album purchased for 99 cents at some thrift shop in my hometown of Frederick, Maryland.
originally passed down from grandma and grandpa.
I had this on a 45 (remember those?). Gawd, look at what they're wearing! It's like you can buy those shirts and crap at H&M now.
back from the dead...
well, sorta, as it's already Sunday afternoon, and must go to work tomorrow.
I spent most of the weekend recovering from a nasty bout of food poisoning. For those of you who have never experienced this, let me just say that you'll know when it happens. Food poisoning is not a minor little bout of nausea. No, it's more like your body knows that something's contaminated it. And it'll next want to spew out those toxins in whichever way it feels to be the most convenient. For hours. And hours. And hours. You know it's finally over when you can manage to eat a spoonful of boiled white rice and go like, "Man, that tastes so good..." And keep that down.
Happily, that's over. An added benefit of me being ill is that I was able to catch up on all of those "Harvey Birdman, Attorney at Law" episodes saved up in the DVR since like January (who, me, have time to watch TV?). I loved those Hanna-Barbera cartoons when I was a little girl, so to (the now-adult?) me, "Harvey Birdman" is a show of pure genius.
I went shopping today for a new wallet over at Belmar. I am pretty appalled at how expensive wallets are these days, at least cool, stylish ones that aren't going to fall apart on you in about a month. I finally settled on a beige vinyl one with a cartoon character glamour girl on front (from Gimme Gimme Pillow Toast). It was $26 and will probably fall apart in a few months, but it's a nice little store and they did give me a box of free cookies. The wallets over at Composition were somewhat nicer, but I just could not bring myself to drop $68 on the one wallet I liked. That just seemed too excessive. Maybe I'll be lucky and that wallet will go on sale one day.
That $68 wallet, by the way, was one of the cheaper wallets in the store. I blame the current Euro to Dollar exchange rate. It sucks. A euro is now $1.50. I thought it was bad last year when I was over there and it was $1.35.
Other reasons why the exchange rate is painful: I like these shoes. They are $325. They are in my size. Nothing ever comes in my size. Sadly (or happily?) I cannot bring myself to spend what amounts to a decent portion of my monthly rent on footwear. No matter how pretty and yellow and how much of a lifespan I'd get out of them...ok, I guess I should get back to whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing this afternoon (namely, finishing up a short story for class on Thursday).
I spent most of the weekend recovering from a nasty bout of food poisoning. For those of you who have never experienced this, let me just say that you'll know when it happens. Food poisoning is not a minor little bout of nausea. No, it's more like your body knows that something's contaminated it. And it'll next want to spew out those toxins in whichever way it feels to be the most convenient. For hours. And hours. And hours. You know it's finally over when you can manage to eat a spoonful of boiled white rice and go like, "Man, that tastes so good..." And keep that down.
Happily, that's over. An added benefit of me being ill is that I was able to catch up on all of those "Harvey Birdman, Attorney at Law" episodes saved up in the DVR since like January (who, me, have time to watch TV?). I loved those Hanna-Barbera cartoons when I was a little girl, so to (the now-adult?) me, "Harvey Birdman" is a show of pure genius.
I went shopping today for a new wallet over at Belmar. I am pretty appalled at how expensive wallets are these days, at least cool, stylish ones that aren't going to fall apart on you in about a month. I finally settled on a beige vinyl one with a cartoon character glamour girl on front (from Gimme Gimme Pillow Toast). It was $26 and will probably fall apart in a few months, but it's a nice little store and they did give me a box of free cookies. The wallets over at Composition were somewhat nicer, but I just could not bring myself to drop $68 on the one wallet I liked. That just seemed too excessive. Maybe I'll be lucky and that wallet will go on sale one day.
That $68 wallet, by the way, was one of the cheaper wallets in the store. I blame the current Euro to Dollar exchange rate. It sucks. A euro is now $1.50. I thought it was bad last year when I was over there and it was $1.35.
Other reasons why the exchange rate is painful: I like these shoes. They are $325. They are in my size. Nothing ever comes in my size. Sadly (or happily?) I cannot bring myself to spend what amounts to a decent portion of my monthly rent on footwear. No matter how pretty and yellow and how much of a lifespan I'd get out of them...ok, I guess I should get back to whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing this afternoon (namely, finishing up a short story for class on Thursday).
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
one last video
before I call it a night....Dengue Fever, Sni Bong:
missed them in Denver, I guess they played about a week or so ago. Pity, I would have love to have seen them. I bet they put on a hell of a show.
missed them in Denver, I guess they played about a week or so ago. Pity, I would have love to have seen them. I bet they put on a hell of a show.
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