The boyfriend (way more of a foodie than I) got us a tasting-menu reservation at Torrisi Italian Specialties on Friday night for my birthday and I am getting kind of excited. Give me all of the food. ALL OF THE FOOD.
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And, what the heck, I’m also gonna throw in a $50 gift certificate to fredflare.com
I’ll pick winner on 2/10. Good luck! xo, Keith
important.
everyone should know how I feel about donuts by now
I’ve had the lavender and the green tea and they marked the only time I have ever felt a need to take a picture of my food. It’s that good. Their cake donuts are lighter than some other places yeast raised donuts.
I have to walk by Doughnut Plant on my way to the subway from my boyfriend’s house and man oh man am I ever growing larger around the middle.
Favorite foods.
Vintage Ad: More images from a 1949 candy salesman’s book
MADE IN CHOCOLATE TOWN. (Which I have finally been to.) I have a bag of these chilling in my fridge right now, so we’d better not get any trick-or-treaters.
Tried this out tonight. Friggin’ tasty, though it is in basically the exact opposite of a place you would ever be: 37th Avenue & Crescent St, which is essentially an industrial wasteland. They deliver to me though, so eff all y’all.
When you are sitting in your office craving sugar, this is a very, very mean article to read.
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IT’S LITERALLY ACROSS THE STREET FROM MY OFFICE
I AM LOOKING OUT MY WINDOW AT THE STOREFRONT RIGHT NOW
AAAAAAAAHHH
AAAHHH OH MY GOD FRISCO MELTS. I WANT A FRISCO MELT RIGHT NOW.
Only sort of ashamed to admit how hungry this made me. (Via Kevin Drum)
When I eat Twizzlers, I feed the entire Twizzler into my mouth a bit at a time, using my teeth to chop it up into a mouthful of firm, tiny nubbins before I chew and swallow the entire rubbery nubbin-pile at once.
Now just try to get the phrase/image/sense experience “firm, tiny nubbins” out of your head. I dare you.
…that my Cracker Barrel breakfast was going to turn me into a walking vomit timebomb when I asked for maple syrup to accompany my cinnamon French toast and the waitress said “I’ll bring you some, but I think you’ll find it’ll be a bit… much.”


