i hinted last week about june’s mystery meet. the 12th edition of the monthly food-loving meetup in boston transpired today on the rose kennedy greenway. i was proud to guest-host this excursion, which would intermingle a slew of strangers with outdoor spectacles that curiously rhyme with “bood frucks.” despite the variant forms of cold drizzle … Continue reading
sale e pepe a crisp little pepper pun, coating our teeth, lips
sadly, ev’ry great sandwich must come to an end… oh HEEEY, fried pickle!
cravings are a queer thing; to think! saucy putrid tofu floats your boat
the things that move us; holy trinity of spud, fowl grease and fungus