Personal Shame (Illustrated)

Danny comments:

"hahaha, sounds like the beginning of a horror film.

Next scene: A one-eyed, psychopath, midget kidnaps you and chains them to the dirty toilet inside the Domino's employee bathroom. The cyclops then force feeds Domino's "Brooklyn Style" pizza into your mouth while your wife is slapped upside the face with Cheesy Bread..... "

and my ms paint visual representation:

Personal Shame

wife and I were walking down the street yesterday, near then U.N., when we smelled the intoxicating aroma of pizza. A smell of pizza that was overbearingly divine. We thought and said "where is that awesome pizza smell coming from?" Our mouths starting watering. We were walking down 52nd st toward 1st ave, and spotted an aluminum school bell object against a blank wall it was emitting steam laced with the scent of cheese and red sauce. This meant that we were sure to find the source once we turned the corner; we would finally see the heavenly home of a scent which our noses found and our tastes buds needed.
As we approach the corner I thought of two things should I get two slices or one? And when Danny comes to visit if the smell of this place matches the taste I'll have to take him here. Biting at the bit, we turned the corner and was met with the joint....

Le Proof

This is a meal I cooked a few weeks ago. Roasted beet and fennel with nectarine salad. Broccoli rabe and chicken with capers provided back up. It was as good as I imagined and much better than it looks on film. I'm starting to appreciate fennel more although for now it still has to be roasted.

Looking at this picture I wonder if my presentation needs serious work or if I need a better camera...I just bought the current camera so I guess my presentation will change. Speaking of presentation woes here is the wife's and my poop meal we ate tonight, my favorite part of this picture is you can see the steam. It truly is a streaming pile of "poop".



Turkey sausage and broccoli rabe (on a kick it seems) it was very simple and very good, save for the...well you have eyes.

Food glorious food.

Time to eat

7:30pm

Have an ice cold coke. And pasta my wife made in the refrigerator. It is a Tuesday night. I will be making rice though for tomorrow, in a rice cooker...so not really making it so much as clicking a button. I swear I cook.

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Food + Fire or Fire + Food in whatever combination contains a potential for greatness, disaster, mediocracy, and/or immortality.

This blog (open diary) is my path down this road of potential.

Like potential and like in cooking, waste nothing.