…there are many ways to be a frank.
A frank is so blank. Choose your mood and accessorize.
Frisky #23
Stealthy #25
Forward #19
Bashful #17
Hot #27
Haute #24
Rote #16
Of Note #22
Fearless #21
Curvy #20
Chilly#18
Nervy #26
…there are many ways to be a frank.
A frank is so blank. Choose your mood and accessorize.
Frisky #23
Stealthy #25
Forward #19
Bashful #17
Hot #27
Haute #24
Rote #16
Of Note #22
Fearless #21
Curvy #20
Chilly#18
Nervy #26
Tagged Frankfurters, Franks, Hot Dog Recipes, Sauerkraut, Vintage cookbooks

He does have the disposition and temperament. Jump, then look.
If he leaves home able to make a good sandwich I will be thrilled, happy, gratified. Feed yourself, feed others, make the most of what is at hand, use your hands, take advantage of fire, share, nourish, forge ahead. He does and I admire him for it.
That said, I pray he does not choose to be a chef.
Posted in Parenting
slippery corned beef
brined by this king of the road
carb/umami bomb
Rina Rapuano’s story in the Washington Post about the Corned Beef King.
Put down that broom and read excerpts here:
buttery corned beef, sauerkraut that cuts through the richness of the meat, Swiss and Provolone cheeses, and Russian dressing, layered on fresh-baked rye and warmed on the griddle
the flavors and texture spoke to the great care that’s taken with the beef brisket. Rossler cooks the already-corned meat for 11 hours, a process that involves slow roasting and re-seasoning it with his own pickling spices, onions and “secret sweeteners.”
roasting the meat for more than three hours in nothing but garlic, butter, salt and pepper let the taste of the bird shine
corned-beef hash topped with two over-easy eggs (food truck breakfast. woot!)
corned beef to fill my frame
means by no means is my name
third boxcar, midnight train
destination…Bangor, Maine….
(See the toast?)
Superheroes and their invulnerability fascinate me. Without mortality, how different life would be. (I’m so brilliant.) Life would need a new name, wouldn’t it? We see our best selves in superheroes. (And I pick up on the obvious so swiftly.) That said, superheroes resemble the perfect wish, were you given one wish. Hard as I try to to devise the perfect wish, there’s always a major flaw. A big, bad flaw that wrecks the fantasy. Damn, back to the drawing board.
Invulnerability and immortality…do we really want them? Nahhh. But to imagine them? Yes! That stretches us to make our lives broader, bolder and more vulnerable. My son loves superpowers and I love him for that.
Curls is drawn and written by Carolyn Belefski and these are her words below.
I was asked by Theater J in the DC Jewish Community Center to attend a play and went to the first DC area public performance of The History of Invulnerability on Wednesday, June 6, 2012.
I did this Curls strip about the play and was inspired by the colors and the character of Jerry Siegel, the co-creator of Superman. If you look close, you’ll be able to see Curls, Toast, and Turtle Neck enjoying the play, Mystery Science Theater 3000 style.
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Oh my, our house number is 3618, no wonder we live here.
Posted in Toast Poast
Tagged Carolyn Belefski, Curls, Superheroes, The History of Invulnerability, Theater J
The days are never long enough. The days when you are with your child, but not with your child. And too few of ’em, too. Way too few.
GONE
School yard brawls
German measles
Night time neighborhood childworld
The first two are not missed. The last, well, I miss it, and I’m an adult. Kidworld. Kids are just gone in it. They may be within sight but they are so gone. Immersed.
I want that world for my child, and not just when we’re on vacation once a year. We tasted it on the Michigan shore and that taste left us hungry for more.
These days we watch our kids too closely, literally. Turn ’em loose! Send ’em out! “Get outta this house!”
GONE
Eating what is in front of you.
My mother was a tyrant about food and I did not like it. That’s not the mother I am, but I do feel a nostalgia for the black and white of it. The Clean-Your-Plate club has gone down the drain.
By having so much food always available I think we’ve lost more than we’ve gained. Not in terms of overall caloric intake, but in terms of perspective. Apparently we threw out the baby with the bathwater.
Suits-Herself Cindy went to Charleston and reported back.
So, I think the Roti Rolls people are really cool. I like that they do “farm to truck” food. And that they serve underutilized meats like neck and tongue. And underutilized vegetables like turnips and radishes. The fact that most sandwiches are served with a fried egg on top doesn’t hurt either.
All of my family (closed-minded to food at times) claimed to “hate” kimchee. Yet they thought my sandwich was yummy. So HA. Score one for kimchee.
Also, here is the menu board for roti rolls. They were delish, just like the board says!
My Giddy-Up sandwich was delicious. I liked the whole idea so much that I had some thoughts about seeing if they wanted to expand their business into the DC metro area. I think they’d do well here, but I am probably not the right person to run a food truck.
Anyway, here are some more photos of the fantastic Roti Rolls farm market stand and a link to their web site.
I heart roti rolls (and who wouldn’t?).
Why she is not the right person to run a food truck, I do not know. Am I? I would love to give it a roll.
Please put me in a state of statelyness. And leave me there.
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Thanks much to Laura Cooke and the Sublime Miss M who are sandwich ephemera conduits. My antennae are always up, the knobs are always being twiddled, and I’m ready to receive from on-high, down-low and all territory in between.
Creamy yellow, firm, medium-grained, crisp flesh rich, complex and distinct flavor. Fruit medium size, uniform. Skin is a beautiful, smooth deep yellow or greenish base, shaded red. Flourishes in well-drained, gravelly or loamy soil.
Does that not define perfection? As in, perfection does not exist. As in, perfection is all around us. You choose.
I choose to seek no further. As in, the Dalai Lama says that expectations cause all of the unhappiness in the world. All. Did I hear that right? Did I repeat it right? Probably not. You can expect that here at the Lunch Encounter. I will pontificate inaccurately.
That said, human beings will always search, and always seek, and most probably they will have notions about what is ahead. Notions that will – I promise you and the Dalai Lama does too – be dashed. So keep your notions in check, but keep up the searching and seeking.
Here we go, seeking further. I’m in. And I expect to be not disappointed.
Adam Richman has eaten more than his share of great-tasting but not-so-great-for-you “big foods” over four seasons of the Travel Channel’s “Man v. Food,” much of it in the form of sandwiches. So when the series was starting to wrap, and its Brooklyn-born host was tussling with “what next?” it wasn’t that much of a leap him for him to focus his food lens on what America likes to stuff inside two pieces of bread.
Who doesn’t love a really great sandwich — and who isn’t absolutely certain that their city has the best the country has to offer?
For Pittsburghers, that’d be Primanti’s signature Cap & Egg, a wondrous if gut-busting amalgamation of capicola, egg, coleslaw and hand-cut French fries piled between two slices of crusty Italian bread.
Read more.
The Sublime Miss M knows her way around the triumphs and disappointments of partnering with Mother Nature. Thanks to her for sending me this story and sending my mind off seeking, seeking, seeking.
Posted in Link to article, Miriam Rubin
Tagged Adam Richman, Egg and Cap Sandwich, Man V. Food, Pittsburgh, Primanti's, Seek No Further
I say we all put on a transparent apron, get under our Hard Day’s Night umbrellas and shoot toast outta these things at anything that moves.