Oh, smonster! I need your addy, as that pretty pretty absinthe bottle from the f2f is empty, and you wanted it, right?
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
as that pretty pretty absinthe bottle from the f2f is empty
I want to be back at the f2f.
You realize that every time I visit you, I'm just going to check to see if you have a concussion, right?
yes.
Okay, then. Just as long as we're clear.
Hey, on Facebook, who is Dianne C--- in Atlanta? I am not smart enough to make the connection.
Neither am I. I have wondered for ages!
I diverted myself away from the the sushi thoughts by remembering (with great fondness) the Moroccan lamb sliders they used to sell at Alembic.
Tiny spicy lamburgers on toasted focaccia bread.
I didn't have ground lamb, but I did have hamburger. So I looked up a morroccan spice blend and cobbled that together from my spice rack. Kneaded it into the meat and cooked it in olive oil.
I also remembered how much I liked the garlic sauce you can get on the hamburger steak at the Japanese place (On the Bridge) that specializes in odd Western/Japanese hybrids. It was basically just a ton of finely minced garlic sauteed in butter.
So I did that in a separate pan, and tossed in some mushrooms and spinach. Mushrooms first so they could cook a bit and the spinach at the end to just get it garlicky, hot and wilted.
Combined all together on an English muffin? Delicious!
I think I'll try the Moroccan spice in JZ's veggie chili. I've been using Yves Meatless Ground lately and it works beautifully in my black bean chili.
There's a Greek restaurant about 5 minutes' walk away from work that sells lamburgers. They're AMAZING.
I'll have to go there tomorrow now DAMN YOU.
Hey, on Facebook, who is Dianne C--- in Atlanta?
She's vaguely buffista-adjacent (bronzer, maybe?) and has friended a bunch of people on FB without knowing us/the b.org. Your choice, in the end.
I'll have to go there tomorrow now DAMN YOU.
Your tongue will thank me tomorrow.
No, wait...