BTW, tonight's drink is Dark 'n' Stormy. Which is megan walker's fault -- and I know she will claim it is javachick's fault.
Only 'cause it's true.
I've never had a muffuletta, but I'm pretty sure I'd like it because I
love
olives. Fernet is okay, and I'll drink almost anything but scotch; however, I'm definitely pro-cilantro and want to marry the serial comma and have its babies. This causes me much consternation when editing French, where it doesn't exist.
I love all the people de-lurking in this thread. Welcome!
I want to know what that gingery liquor was, I didn't know there was one.
Unfortunately drinking the gingery liquor (along with a whole lot of vodka) meant that I don't remember the name of the gingery liquor. I'll try to ask my friend the next time I see him.
I feel that a blithe disinterest in my own potential inconsistencies has served me well so far.
NATLBSB
Olives are wee, oval goodness bombs.
Hi, I'm Thessaly, also known as Lea, also known as Victor's wife. I lurk so far down I share office space with a grue and the Balrog.
I started posting sometime after the earth cooled from its molten core and stopped posting when the working at home + infinite interesting reading/conversation timesuck combination became too much.
I do web design, book layout for Write Bloody Publishing, poetry, and Victor's laundry (but sometimes he helps). Sometimes my hair is Muppet-colored, but not right now. The Ferret Liberation Organization was my fault entirely.
Victor usually passes along the really good bits and sometimes I get to see some of y'all in person. I love olives, am all right with cilantro and enjoy most foods my allergies will still let me eat.
I had the serial comma beaten out of me by nuns, beaten back in by Victor, beaten back out again by grad school MLA papers, and am now unsure if God and Ayn Rand are my parents. My current grammar obsession is the phrasal adjective.
Meaning a sandwich on baguette-type bread, yes? Like from Subway?
No, muffaletta bread is a big round flat thing. Kind of focaccia-ish.
This is a muffaletta. The one from Central Grocery is approximately the diameter of a frisbee.
THESSALY! LEIGH! It's Old Poster's Day in the Delurk thread!
Man, sometimes, I seriously miss Buffy being on air.
This is a muffaletta.
That's about a quarter of a muffaletta.
::reaches for drool bib::
I SAID frisbee.
I brought one back to college from spring break one year, and it fed me for days.
My preferred muffaletta serving is to get it with the olive salad, keep it wrapped in the paper for a little while, and then scrape the olive salad off. You get all the nice flavor without any of the actual icky olives. (Of course, my muffalettas are generally homemade now, they've got to have fake meat and non-dairy cheese. I haven't actually tried this yet, but I think that tempeh or seitan might work -- I tend to like those better than the packaged fake meats. I've seen a recipe that skips the meats altogether and uses grilled vegetables, but that seems wrong. Tasty, but wrong.)
