Paint your chicken green
By Lewis Here’s something I first cooked a month or so ago (and again about a week ago) but never got around to posting. See these two little guys? Poor little jalapeños. Hardly ripe for… Paint your chicken green
Beer No. 26
By Harold Overconsumption. It’s not a real word. And even if it were, it’s not one you’d hear out of my mouth. It implies too much consumption, as if there were such a thing. Consumption,… Beer No. 26
Grilled swordfish. Oh yeah.
By Lewis Lookie there. Them’s slabs of swordfish I bought at Coastal a while back. Again, I’m late with the post. Can’t remember the last time I cooked swordfish. Nice stuff. But not that pretty… Grilled swordfish. Oh yeah.
Yawn…(burp)…
Goodness! This last issue (the day job) was a doozie. Following around restaurant developers on their latest project. Diving into immigration debate. Other fun topics. No time for blogging. But I’m coming around now after… Yawn…(burp)…
And the save goes to…I Nonni
It was last Saturday, yes, last Saturday, that I went, finally, to I Nonni. Long bally-hooed as the top Italian joint in the Twin Cities—or the state, I’d never been there, despite it bening about… And the save goes to…I Nonni
Warm weather dining (finally)
Yep. We at The Bloated Belly have been lazy. Well, no, check that. Burned out is the phrase, recovering from conference season for us food fucks. So, it was a little more than a week… Warm weather dining (finally)
For dessert, eye candy
As you might have noticed, The Bloated Belly staff slacked off for a bit. Like a good laxative, Harold returns us to regularity. — Lewis It’s Friday, the sun is shining, and our thoughts, naturally,… For dessert, eye candy
A Rebours: Yeah, it’s still got it
My crappy mood continuing last Friday—along with everyone else at the office, after everyone’s annual review during the week, then a company meeting to reinforce our direction (i.e. keep driving ad sales, editorial content is… A Rebours: Yeah, it’s still got it
Maverick behavior
When you’re low, sometimes it’s all about returning to the familiar. A favorite movie, a worn out pair of pants, copious amounts of booze, an ex-lover’s bed. Or all of the above? But when you’re… Maverick behavior
Breaking the seal
Look who crawled out of the gutter! Harold returns.—Lewis It’s been awhile since my last post. I’ve been in something of a late winter funk, more cynical than usual (as if that’s possible), and generally… Breaking the seal