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A Wonderful Night For Eyebrows
Did anyone else used to watch Grinch Nighttime when they were lilliputian? It'south like How The Grinch Stole Christmas, but for Halloween, and it is the trippiest thing to come since the dancing elephant scene in Dumbo. I kid you not. Anyhow, I used to prefer to watch this version much more than than that cheery fluff for Christmas. Weird kid, I know.
Mayhap equally a direct upshot of this video (but probably more of a result of my Mom's obsession with Halloween), I love me some All Hallow's Eve. Nosotros went to my house on Sunday, carved some pumpkins from Wilson Farms, ate some cider donuts and caramel apples, and scared the bejeezus out of some trivial kids. For some reason, we were curt most 75 kids this twelvemonth. On a usual Halloween, we get hitting with at least 100, and this has been known to grow to 200 on some years. We give out movie theatre candy, which I assume has something to do with that number. I've also been using a fog motorcar for the by few years, and the screams that come from outside the door are hilarious. Yous don't call up I'grand giving you movie theater processed merely for standing at that place, do you?
Don't worry, he got 1 later.
What did you lot do for Halloween?
Happy Halloween, Boos!
In order to keep the peace in between posts, I'm posting some lovely pictures!
Some of the states just aren't too old for donut eating competitions, and Odie had a grand Halloween every bit a Pink Lady, thank you very much.
Happy Halloween!!!
The Quest For The CPP
I have a confession. I love Oprah. She is my absolute fave. My sister and Mom love Oprah as well, and we heed to her every word. The best role about our Oprah-loving circle is that our dog, Odie, loves Oprah as well. Not in a, "Oh my God, Spot loooooves this, I know because he told me!" way. Every bit in, if we plow on Oprah, Odie doesn't fall comatose per usual. He sits on the couch, and actually watches her. Information technology'south fascinating. Merely then over again, and so is Odie.
2 weeks ago, Mum and I caught the Craven Pot Pie episode, which basically went similar this: The ladies who started the Centerville Pie Company knew Oprah would be in the Greatcoat for Eunice Kennedy'southward funeral. They likewise knew she loved Craven Pot Pie. Then, they sent some over to her hotel, Oprah tried it, and she saw God. This Chicken Pot Pie was so good, that Oprah brought these ladies onto the evidence, gear up them up with Harry & David gourmet magazine, and helped them partner up with Cape Abilities, a not-profit for those with disabilities.
Funny thing is, Mum and I (and I'yard assuming Odie) love craven pot pie, maybe more than we love Oprah. So what did we exercise? Nosotros went online, and ordered two pies. Said pies were meant to come on October 8. I am writing this now, on October 16, and those puppies did not show up until last dark.
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Sláinte
A little honey from The Littlest Bar. I hope everyone had a glorious weekend!
ane Fish, 2 Fish, Carmine Fish, Blue Fish
For lunch the other twenty-four hour period, I went to Todd English'south Kingfish Hall. Todd English is everywhere these days, and I've been to a bunch of his places, but they tend to be more dinner-axial. While many are also open for luncheon, I was intrigued by the fact that Kingfish Hall was in the eye of Faneuil Hall, which is more often than not non known for high-caliber restaurants. Don't get me wrong, I beloved me some Fan Hall equally much as the adjacent person, but I go there for some quick and dirty adept bagels, salads, and gelato.
I went with my lovely Mum, and nosotros got stuck in that location in the centre of a crazypants rainstorm (she hid me nether her raincoat and bought me an umbrella like the glorious Mumma she is). Upon entering, nosotros were greeted by these delightful, withal somewhat disruptive fish floating in a higher place us.
They started us off with some warm rolls that had honey on superlative of them (unfortunately, we ate them earlier I could take a picture…this happens more I would like), which were delicious. I ordered the Tuna Tartar and an Arugula salad with shrimp, and Mum got a Caesar Salad. Fun fact, Kingfish Hall does not accept anchovies, in instance yous're similar us, and get scared of them.
Service was extremely fast, but they were adjoining on extremely empty too. This confused me a trivial, as it was 12:30 on a Friday afternoon, but nosotros can but go back to my initial business organisation of this identify being in Fanheuil Hall in the first place. The nutrient was good, but nothing I would write abode over. The Tuna was almost too massive for a starter, but I only had a salad for lunch, so it was alright. Both of our salads were delicious – the shrimp was cooked and seasoned to perfection. We merely had one complaint here, but it was a big complaint. Sprinkled over both of our lovely salads were garlic chips. Non little delicate things, merely big honkin' chips. On the salad. I ordered a salad and so I could savour the biting arugula mixed with the shrimp, non to be overwhelmed with giant chunks of garlic. It was all very disruptive, and they weren't very good. I can see them fitting with something else, but they but seemed very misplaced on top of both of our beds of greens. I retrieve I would have preferred anchovies.
Overall, information technology was a dainty place to eat lunch, but I don't retrieve I'll be going back. Mayhap information technology's a different story at night, ordering from the raw bar, but information technology just seemed equally though Kingfish Hall tried too hard in a identify that is known for it's take hold of-and-become type food.
Peace, Love, And Veggies
I've already written about my profound love for Post 390 hither, so I won't make this a long mail service, just wanted to shed some light on something pretty awesome that happened the other day there.
I went with JoeJoe, my infamous roomies Bailey and Cailin, and my Swedish fish, Linnea. Due to a healthy eating experiment, JoeJoe was simply eating veggies that night. Nosotros explained the situation to our waiter, and instead of being met with unbelieving stares, he got a little excited about united states, and told us he'd see what the chef could exercise.
20 minutes afterwards, this is what came out:
Not but was this merely a vegetable medley, information technology was a mix of all the veggies JoeJoe likes – the veggies he told our waiter (who asked) that he particularly enjoyed. This wasn't the only affair they brought out. Following the first delicious dish, came this
I've heard that chefs really bask when you throw them a curve ball, and try to get a little something different, as long equally it's not obnoxious. The chef went out of his way to make something succulent, and delicious it was!
Kudos to yous, Post 390!
Lamentable I'm Not Sorry…
If I were a license plate, this would be me. No shame.
PB&J, Done Correct
Welcome to The Bristol Lounge. Peradventure 1 of the classiest establishments in our off-white city of Boston (give-and-take has it that Billy Joel has graced the restaurant'southward piano).
While I will focus on a meal there at some point in the future, right now I write to tell you of the most glorious dessert I have always encountered. Bold Statement. I know.
I present to you, the Classiest PB&J always.
This, my friends, is a chocolate bread pudding, topped with peanut butter gelato, and accompanied not but past a grape sorbet, only also by a chocolate peanut butter stick. The bread pudding was perfect. Also many times I have encounter a giant serving of dried out (and sloppy at the same time) frisbee of breadstuff. This thing was heaven. Perfectly moist (God, I detest that word), flavorful, and only large enough to satisfy. The peanut butter gelato melted into the bread pudding as I broke it apart, infusing the whole thing with a subtle season. The grape sorbet cleansed the palette (to be perfectly nerdy), and prepared me to practise the whole thing all over again.
Until we run into over again, good sir.
Hither I am!
Yikes. The complaints I have received over not updating my dearest Snooshi have made me rethink and regroup, and I'm proud to say, we're back in business concern!
There are some super exciting things happening hither at Snooshi! What are these super exciting changes?
Location change: Snooshi has a DOMAIN! Nosotros are at present located at http://www.snooshiboston.com
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New entries coming up on Scampo, Towne, Boston Social Order, an addition to Post 390, and an homage to the greatest desert to ever encounter my oral fissure at The Bristol Lounge. Tummies, buttons, and chins, get ready!
!Me gusta tapas!
Hola de Alicante!
My sister, Casey, is studying in Alicante, Spain for the semester, and I took a long weekend (plus 2 days off of piece of work) jaunt to become visit her! I have been to Spain twice before – in one case in high schoolhouse with a program through Dartmouth. We stayed with families for 2 weeks so travelled through Espana (and some of Portugal) via giant omnibus. My second fourth dimension was during my own study away in London – I went to Barcelona for a weekend, and although I do love Spain, my trip to Barcelona was a bit tainted with less that discreet men who lived in my hostel (which was actually closer to a glorified homeless shelter). Some things should be done in private, and that's how I will get out it.
Anyhow, I take wanted to get back ever since, and Casey being here was the perfect opportunity! I have never been to Alicante before, merely my roommate Bailey lived hither for a summer with a few of our other friends, and absolutely loved it. Information technology's a beach boondocks, but unfortunately, it has been raining since I got hither, which is distressing, but gave me a risk to hang out in this crawly little tapas place called Lizarran.
Basically, y'all sit downwardly at a table, and fetch your ain tapas. Spanish tapas are incredible to the max. Nosotros have tried to capitalize on them in united states of america, just in almost cases, it has failed. The whole point of tapas is a pocket-sized, cheap snack of delicious proportions. The "hip tapas" places I have been in united states of america have imitated the small plates cistron, only endeavour to incorporate high end food into those small plates. So in many cases, you end up with miniscule steaks and pastas which each cost well-nigh $x and cannot exist shared with anyone. I telephone call BS. Yes, I'll concord that information technology's trendy, and it's cute and fun, but at the end of the meal, when y'all have consumed far more sangria (cheaper than the food) than your meal, and demand to go somewhere else to finish off your meal without spending an obscene amount of dinero, it's non and so cute anymore. Tapas should stay tapas. I like my steak large, and I like my croquettas pocket-sized. And in neither case practise I want to share them with anyone. OK, perchance merely a bite of my steak…but my croquettas are mine!
(caprine animal cheese, crispy jamon, and onions on a baguette; proscuitto; quiche; and my favorite, tortilla espanola!)
If you lot ever find yourself in this adorable trivial urban center, please visit Lizarran …yummy tapas for all, cute atmosphere, and incredibly nice waiters who don't become irritated at me for hogging their Wifi and listen patiently when I effort to tell them information technology's my sister , not I, who is studying hither, and I graduated in June. That was a tough convo. Damn you, Spanish citation, but one semester out of my attain!
Hasta Luego!
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