These days there are legions of bloggers, forming a veritable army of individuals tapping dutifully on their keyboards from all around the world. And for those who aren’t blogging, there are still brigades of those tweeting and providing regular status updates on facebook. All of which can seem very much like overkill.
But maybe it isn’t.
I’ve been listening to …
Veggie burgers have a come a long way.
I can remember going to a BBQ and watching the hamburgers and hot dogs come off the grill. That moment where the football game ends and the conversations stop, and people line up to grab their meal, before shuffling over to the condiment bar. And then, like some back-alley, black-market transaction, someone casts their eyes over the party, slips a furtive hand into their purse, and hands the chef a frozen pattie from plastic baggie. The veggie burger.
But no more. …
Every city it seems, has its signature dish. In Boston, it’s that eponymous Cream Pie; in Baltimore, it’s crab cakes. For Philadelphia, it’s cheese steak, and in Saint Louis, toasted ravioli. In my home town, rich in culinary traditions, it could be any number of dishes, from gumbo to jambalaya, to po’boys and muffulettas, to beignets and pralines.
Here in Cincinnati, chili carries the day, with residents swearing their allegiance to one of two local brands. Just as I-75 divides the city into East Cincinnati and West, chili divides the city between Gold Star and Skyline.
But after two months living here, I still had not tried either of the nearly ubiquitous chili shops. So when Caitlin came to Cincinnati …
Some days you feel like a home-cooked meal. But most often, that time is after a long day at work, when you least feel like spending the remaining hours of the evening waiting in a checkout line.
That was me the other day.
Walking to my car, lips chapped and cheeks red, I just wanted to head home, where I could kick my feet up and turn on the television. I was in no mood to bundle up, break out a grocery list, and trudge through the aisles. After all, Jon Stewart and a warm apartment were waiting.
So when I got home, I flipped on the DVR, and checked…