Allagash "Victoria" Belgian Ale tastes like Welch's Grape Juice. I've said it before, I'll say it again. I actually announced this loudly during the brew tour, one of those awkward moments when everyone goes silent and you can't control the volume of your voice. I took a sip "TASTES LIKE WELCH'S", a murmur ran through the crowd, "oh it does..it really does", the tour guide denied me any more tastings, and refused to answer any and all questions I may have had.
Note, this isn't necessarily a bad thing...some people might like their beer to be fruity, reminiscent of snack time, or peanut butter sandwiches, I don't, but some might.
Cold River Gin tastes like Pine-sol and maple syrup.
I once ate Foie Gras sauce that tasted like pizza goldfish
Cranberry bisque that tasted like Christmas
Blueberry Lavender Ice Cream just tastes pretty
I don't use the fancy terms, the high end definitions, I use what I know, I describe in truths, not snobberies.
and I don't judge my boyfriend who was craving foie gras, promised to take me on a date for foie and wine, and ended up ordering a whopper at lunch declaring it cured his craving.
Foie + Gras = Fat Liver
Unknown animal biproduct (possibly liver) + Fat = Whopper
Ergo
Foie Gras = Whopper
I'm lovin' it.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Chocolate Lime Wine Coolers continued...
After my boyfriend finished his second wine cooler (chocolate wine, limade and strawberry fizzy water), and his second plate of fatty foods, with a side of espresso chip ice cream...
I asked, "hey, do you wanna watch 'sex and the city', you're kinda eating like you're pregnant"
I asked, "hey, do you wanna watch 'sex and the city', you're kinda eating like you're pregnant"
He said no, and went back to watching the Red Sox destroy the Yankees,
and I went back to my beer and painting my toe nails mauve.
Summer lovin' had me some (fried) clams
Girls spent their spring obsessing about what they were doing/eating/not eating/etc. in order to look omg super hot come bikini season. I took it all in and I listened with a grain of salt (pork), and a beer.
I listen to the latest diet craze during the morning news about what makes you fat, what makes you thin, and what makes you feel your best. I usually have a Mrs.Dunster's doughnut hole wedged between my cheek and teeth as I slurp down coffee so strong I have to stir it with a fork.
These trendy diets are mostly a pain in the ass with no results.
I'm no Twiggy, but I'm no Ms. Piggy...some kind of happy medium, and most of these girls complaining about their diets are closer to the Twigster than the Pigster.
All I'm trying to say is this:
Summer foods are awesome!
There are few times during the year that fried clams at Two Lights taste so damn good! Especially on a hot day, with a cold beer, looking out over the open ocean and sharing laughs with friends that I wouldn't trade them for a butt load of Bunchen. No Giselle? Oh well.
Nothing hits the spot like a cold beer, red hot hot dogs with grilled onions and French's yellow mustard...
Who can say no to inch thick burgers with onion rings, BBQ sauce, bacon, swiss cheese and dill pickles?
Summer is not the time to fast! Summer is the time to feast!
I'm not saying you should eat these foods all day, everyday, but enjoy them when you do and stop counting calories (math is hard).
I'm not endorsing the 'Man v. Food' diet, when the food always seems to win, and all he seems to win are a couple of added inches to his waistline (I also find this show to be everything that is wrong with American culture, but that's a post for another time)
Time to get off my anti-diet soap box, and back into the pool...
with a six pack and a Whoopie Pie.
Like chocolate wine...17, with limade and ice,
Like chocolate wine and seventeen
The mix of limade changed everything
My first taste of love oh bittersweet
Green in the face
It was the chocolate wine
I wrote this song (stole this song) in honor of my boyfriends dinner:
Pirogies, salt pork, bbq sauce, all washed down with chocolate wine and limeade
The song is an attempted mockery of Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter
Note it's 85 degrees, who isn't craving hot potato pirogies and salt pork?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)