Archive for the '20 seconds and under' Category

April 8, 2009 | Filed under: 20 seconds and under, videoblogging Week

The pop-culture value of bacon has decreased sharply in recent months*, but Zombies? Never!

Zombies are forever.

*I will always love you, Bacon! You were never just a fad to me.

November 11, 2008 | Filed under: VloMo08, 20 seconds and under, good eatin'

A wee late, yes. I spaced yesterday. Spent the majority of it on the bus. Dreamed of fried apple fritters because really, who doesn’t?

November 5, 2008 | Filed under: VloMo08, 20 seconds and under

Amazing.

September 13, 2008 | Filed under: 20 seconds and under, amigos

Or not.

I come home to the oddest messages, sometimes.

June 8, 2008 | Filed under: 20 seconds and under, good eatin', misadventures

The day started off great! Birthday party, face-painting, pizza and good friends. Then it took an ugly turn.

The party was on Long Island and we were driving home upstate from there. We knew we had the Belmont Stakes, a Yankees game and just plain ‘Saturday’ to contend with traffic-wise, and because of that and the fact that we had my entire record collection and a whole mess of baby tomato plants in the bed of the truck on a 90F day, we knew we had to hit the road early.

But something went wrong. We zigged when we should have zagged and after a spell I looked out the window and saw water. We were deep South instead of Way North. We got off the highway but couldn’t get back on and ended up driving through the whole of Brooklyn– all of it, no really ALL OF IT from Canarsie through Kings Plaza, Midwood, Prospect Park, Park slope, Fort Green and Williamsburg– via Flatbush Ave. On a Saturday afternoon.

You may have to be a New Yorker to appreciate how awful that really is. If you’re not, here’s a visual:

The drivers were complete maniacs, we got cut off from the right at literally every block. The traffic getting past the GWB and Yankee Stadium was insane. We left the party at 2:30 and didn’t get out of the damn city ’till about 5:30.

We didn’t get home ’till 8:30.

We were broken.

So we broke out the champagne we’d been saving for a rainy day.

(it was also raining)