Pass The Sushi!

Fam­ily means no one gets left behind or forgotten.

How to watch your num­bers drop like a lead bal­loon — don’t update in 4 days.

Sorry, I got lost dur­ing an incred­i­ble spelunk­ing trip with my Great Uncle Ernie who is an avid out­doors man. It resulted in a 3 day lack of tech­nol­ogy or indoor plumb­ing and boy, was it hot. Uncle Ernie really still has it in him too — I mean 74 and hop­ping on the back of that griz­zly to take back our one Cole­man burner — amaz­ing. Not sure that the bear could have fig­ured out how to use it any­way.  Where I don’t sug­gest get­ting lost in the wilder­ness for days on end, I do rec­om­mend you to never leave home with out a good old fash­ioned com­pass, a few bot­tles of fresh water and a roll of duct tape. Who knows when you may need it. Read the rest of this entry »

At first this whole cook­ing din­ner while the BF was in class was kinda fun. I didn’t have to think about it as much nor did I have to waste time in the kitchen when we could be hang­ing out. It gave me lots and lots of free time. Now that were in the thick of it though, eat­ing din­ner alone sucks. Sure, that’s self­ish of me, but it’s how I feel at the moment. The stress of the school work isn’t mak­ing any­thing fun either. I feel absolutely hor­ri­ble for say­ing so, but I want some me time with the BF with­out hav­ing to stress over any­thing. I know that’s not the right atti­tude to have, and I’ll sup­port his school work before any­thing else. But this semes­ter sucks mon­key balls (the big green kind you find on trees). Read the rest of this entry »

Another Quick Pic Tuesday.

I love this one.

Par­don my for a moment while my inner fat kid wakes up from a nap.

Today the BF and I took the motor­cy­cle out for a drive and ended up at one of our new food favorites, Joe’s Grog House in Port Deposit MD. The town of Port Deposit sits right on the water and has only one real road run­ning directly through it. It doesn’t look like much when pass­ing through, but once you park and start to look around there are a few trea­sures to be found.

The Grog House is every­thing I dig in a restau­rant. First and fore­most, the food is good. I mean good. Stick to your ribs, add a few pounds, unbut­ton the pants kinda good. With a menu spe­cial­iz­ing in Tex-Mex and Cajun its a refresh­ing break from the mediocre seafood and steak places that seem to be on every corner.

Sec­ondly, it has a great ambiance. The build­ing has charm and per­son­al­ity. It looks as old as the orig­i­nal town with its huge stone walls and rus­tic wooden floors. The max­i­mum seat­ing capac­ity can’t be more then 50 which keeps the atmos­phere cozy. Name plates are screwed into the beau­ti­ful wooden bar where the reg­u­lars migrate and on the back of the menu an amus­ing story of the restau­rants ori­gin dis­plays a laid back atti­tude and sense of humor. Read the rest of this entry »

Don’t worry, the BF knows it.

Guy Fiere seems like the kind of guy who every­one wants to get to know. He’s real (if not he’s fak­ing it really well). It doesn’t seem like fame has ruined his per­son­al­ity. He’s got charisma — Lord knows I’m a sucker for that. To top it all off it seems like he really loves his fam­ily. That pretty much seals the deal. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that hot for him, burn­ing flame lusty type love. It’s the I’d love to kick back and have a few drinks with him type of love.

So he has crazy bleached blond hair and wears his sun glasses like a tool, but really, the boy can cook. I have looked at some of his recipes and raised an eye­brow but every one I’ve actu­ally tried so far has been spot on — includ­ing the two I pre­pared last night. Read the rest of this entry »