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sourdough garlic bread with a LOT of real garlic, butter and extra virgin olive oil
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This is genious!
Actually, it would be genius on potato bread.
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i hate mustard and most other condiments that aren’t ketchup (relish? hate. mayo? barely tolerate), but i love this: eat me daily by kevin van aelst.
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mustard as art
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I sliced the bread myself. I actually cooked the bottom round also. I did not bake the bread (or make the mayo)… but I ate both sandwiches. They were fantasmic.
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There is not much I like about Panera Bread restaurants (the food tastes fairly good going down, but doesn’t settle quite right). I make an exception for the tasty iced green teas.
I used to love it until i realized it was sort of a cross between Snapple and Kool-Aid. I still order it when I am forced to go to Panera (friends), but it’s no better than a sugary soda in terms of “health” (but it is tasty).
Steve McQueen, 1930 - 1980
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Great quotes from Jimi Hendrix on this page, but this poem is my favorite. I had it mesmorized (and memorized) back in the day. I think it was on the inside over of Electric Ladyland…
Let’s see now…”It wasn’t too long ago, but it feels like years ago since I felt the warm hello of the sun…lately things…” And then he was interrupted by the slow motion speeded-up sound that sometimes cut so deep. That sound was from those cellophane typewriters - exactly, constantly from the south side of those carpets. And but anyway Sweet Rome was on my mind. “She gave so sweetly…” And on he walked until after crowning Ethel the Dog the Only Queen of Ears, the sky cracked wide open and split many of his brothers’ and sisters’ heads all over the world apart at approximately the same time… “That’s law and order,” said the Border Guard, as his hard head weighted something like wet bread - Which to explain through brain rain as that’s…well…Bro, is this here country all that much ahead?
And said the owner of the velvet horse who saw all this… “I just know that I’m gonna get involved here” and slqms the machine into reverse, splitting both suns apart in doing so probably. He got to Fantasy Fjords on the hurry up side and also can you dig… Oh Oh! watch that stick, and judge your distance from that blue seude kick !! (Swisshhh Knock…!?!!..) Anyway, can you dig that something came by here not too terrible long at all…I was bathing my eye…Just a thousand feet above those same old tired skies and…you know, that sound there and after that, everywhere, bathed me in a physical. And he blurted out the sound burnt the side of his inner wall also passing by, and the liquid rainbow melted EROS all through hios rooms and rooms of ears that he was hiding from Ethel the Queeny. And he thumbed a lift from his head and heads straight to anywhere to tell his woman, the world; that it was physical…GASP. And (the cellophane begins to crattle and crake) his old lady, Terra Mama, jumps in his face and says, “What’s physical?!” and he stutters, smiles, and retaliates with…well..
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title=”You can’t run and you can’t hide - because you’re an egg.” alt=”Eggs hiding under cheese” />
I don’t have children so I don’t really have an excuse for making this. I just had some processed cheese in the fridge, which I generally don’t understand and am always a little unsure how best it might be used. In this experiment, the processed cheese slice did not (as ever) add anything that you would miss were it not there. I like it when narrative is introduced to meal-times, though. Why is the egg hiding? Shame? Guilt? Fear? Depression? The scene could be made a whole lot more dramatic by the addition of a blob of tomato sauce somewhere beneath the cheese blanket.
Serves: 1
Time: 10 mins
Ingredients:
1 egg
1 slice processed cheese
Wholemeal/granary bread
1 Tbsp skimmed milk
1 clove garlic
Half Tbsp olive oil
Half tsp dried herbs such as tarragon, basil, oregano
Black pepper
Small pinch salt
Lo-fat, no-transfat margarine
Ketchup (optional)
Method:
Finely chop the garlic and gently fry it and the pepper in the oil for a few minutes until the garlic is cooked and just starting to colour. Toast a slice of bread. Beat the milk and herbs into the egg, turn the heat up on the garlic and pour in the egg, giving it a quick stir. Let it sit for a few moments while you quickly spread the margarine on the toast. Start to scramble the eggs with a chopstick or something. Just as they are about to set, throw in the pinch of salt and stir it through before tipping it all out onto the toast. If you are feeling macabre, add the blob of ketchup before dropping the cheese slice on top.
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This is an actual job application a 17-year-old boy submitted at a McDonald’s fast-food establishment in Florida – and they hired him because he was so honest and funny!
NAME: Greg Bulmash
SEX: Not yet. Still waiting for the right person.
DESIRED POSITION: Company’s President or Vice President. But seriously, whatever’s available. If I were in a position to be picky, I wouldn’t be applying here in the first place.
DESIRED SALARY: $185,000 a year plus stock options and a Michael Ovitz style severance package. If that’s not possible, make an offer and we can haggle.
EDUCATION: Yes.
LAST POSITION HELD: Target for middle management hostility.
SALARY: Less than I’m worth.
MOST NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT: My incredible collection of stolen pens and post-it notes.
REASON FOR LEAVING: It sucked.
HOURS AVAILABLE TO WORK: Any.
PREFERRED HOURS: 1:30-3:30 p.m., Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday.
DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL SKILLS?
Yes, but they’re better suited to a more intimate environment.
MAY WE CONTACT YOUR CURRENT EMPLOYER? If I had one, would I be here?
DO YOU HAVE ANY PHYSICAL CONDITIONS THAT WOULD PROHIBIT YOU FROM LIFTING UP TO 50 LBS? Of what?
DO YOU HAVE A CAR?
I think the more appropriate question here would be “Do you have a car that runs?”
HAVE YOU RECEIVED ANY SPECIAL AWARDS OR RECOGNITION?
I may already be a winner of the Publishers Clearing house Sweepstakes.
DO YOU SMOKE?
On the job no, on my breaks yes.
WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE DOING IN FIVE YEARS?
Living in the Bahamas with a fabulously wealthy dumb sexy blonde super model who thinks I’m the greatest thing since sliced bread. Actually, I’d like to be doing that now.
DO YOU CERTIFY THAT THE ABOVE IS TRUE AND COMPLETE TO THE BEST OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE?
Yes – Absolutely.
SIGN HERE: Aries.
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I’m a big fan of Persian food. Of course, I am a big fan of a lot of food, but nothing seems more satisfying to me than good kabab, saffron rice and bread that’s done just right. On my first and only… (via Shawn H. on Yelp)
UPDATE: This place is out of business :-(
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I’ve been to a lot of diners. I’ve been in the restaurant business. I’m pretty understanding when it comes to all that can happen in various situations in that business. Broadway Diner has good food. The service could be described in many ways. Good would not be part of any of these descriptions. In a part of five (5), we all ordered various “deluxe” (with fries) burgers. One of our party has a speech impediment. I was sitting across from her when she ordered “a hamburger and french fries” just like everyone else at the table. When our food arrived, one person’s order was a little wrong but he just took it the way it was—he wanted no bread, so he just removed the bun and made his hamburger, avocado and egg (with mustard, yeah nice, I know) “salad” and was happy. Our friend with the speech impediment received only a bowl of fries. None of us noticed right away and she mentioned it a few minutes later, so we called the server back over to the table and, after informing him that she had actually ordered “a hamburger and french fries”, he began to argue, stating that he only heard her say “french fries” when she ordered—nothing about a hamburger. His retort (which should not occur in his position at all) was delivered with a barely borderline hostile stance. When four of us started in on him that she definitely wanted the same thing we had all ordered and I spoke up that I’d heard her order it because she was right before me, he finally said “OK” and took her burger order as though he was doing us a favor by bringing what she had ordered in the first place. After the meal, looking at the check, a $3.95 side order of fries was on the menu right after her deluxe burger. Of course, that was not OK with us since she did not order a side of fries and had not eaten even half of the fries that came with the burger or any from the mistaken side order that had been served. I just went to the manager because I already had lost my patience with the argumentative server and had no interest in making a lot of noise in a busy diner. You would think the manager would just “make it right” for me as the customer, no questions, big smile, etc. I would think that anyway. Some might even offer a free desert or comp the burger. Not this clown. He took the check to the server and got the same hostile attitude and body language I’d gotten from him. This “manager” came back over to me and tried to hand me the same argument that I had just finished explaining to him was inaccurate and unacceptable. Mind you, none of this should have even occurred. There are a thousand food choices in this area. If a business wants customers, they must keep them happy! I stood my ground and the $3.95 side of fries was removed from the check. Not good enough though. I vote with my wallet. You’ll find me somewhere else next Saturday night and you won’t find me at The Broadway Diner again. (via Shawn H. on Yelp)
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