1. Never, ever plan ahead.If you put a crockpot full of vegetables with Korma sauce on to cook overnight on low, things will go badly wrong
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Planning ahead is SO not Atlanta anyway. That's why we have cell phones and that little pedal on the right of the car's floorboard that makes it into a time machine :)
I had breakfast with Satan at Rich's department store when I was really little. I pestered my parents about it until they finally agreed to get up at 6AM on a Saturday, drive me all the way downtown and wait until it was over. It turned out to be a big consumer survey of breakfast cereals. Santa came out on stage, sat down in a chair (not a throne) didn't say a word, then the marketing people came around and put five bowls of cereal in front of us. They sat in the corner and reported who ate what and how much.
Sorry bout the late response. I was out at Stone Mountain playing.
Yes you must have had one of Stan's infamous sausage chili's. Guarnteed heartburn.
Yes, Stan and I keep in touch and I go see him every few years. He bought a big three story 200 year old sea captains house in Kittery Maine. He's slowly refurbing it and has painted it a not so historic Barney purple. He lives with his longtime companion a lovely woman named Heidi, no kids and one cat. teaches photography a few hours a week to some adults, helps run a local art space and is the resident expert at a nearby vegetable and meat stand. probably one of the most well-heeled and educated grocers in Kittery.
Last time I was up there 9-11 happened and we were stuck in Maine until the FAA reopened the skies so I could to get back to ATL. Sitting around watching Southpark drinking his rare single malt scotch and sitting on the bridge watching the ships come in and out wasn't a bad way to be trapped.
The C households have always had an impressive array of spices. I think Stan's mother had more spices by lb. than food in the house. Stan's father piled them all in an old Range Rover when they were tiny and drove them down the Pan American Highway just for kicks. Cool family.
I had breakfast with Satan at Rich's department store when I was really little. I pestered my parents about it until they finally agreed to get up at 6AM on a Saturday, drive me all the way downtown and wait until it was over. It turned out to be a big consumer survey of breakfast cereals. Santa came out on stage, sat down in a chair (not a throne) didn't say a word, then the marketing people came around and put five bowls of cereal in front of us. They sat in the corner and reported who ate what and how much.
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speaking of Stan, do you keep track of Stan C. from HS? I remember going to his house for chili, around Christmas one year.
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Yes you must have had one of Stan's infamous sausage chili's. Guarnteed heartburn.
Yes, Stan and I keep in touch and I go see him every few years. He bought a big three story 200 year old sea captains house in Kittery Maine. He's slowly refurbing it and has painted it a not so historic Barney purple. He lives with his longtime companion a lovely woman named Heidi, no kids and one cat. teaches photography a few hours a week to some adults, helps run a local art space and is the resident expert at a nearby vegetable and meat stand. probably one of the most well-heeled and educated grocers in Kittery.
Last time I was up there 9-11 happened and we were stuck in Maine until the FAA reopened the skies so I could to get back to ATL. Sitting around watching Southpark drinking his rare single malt scotch and sitting on the bridge watching the ships come in and out wasn't a bad way to be trapped.
I'll tell him you asked about him.
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I remember distinctly that he and his dad put cardamom in their chili. Mmmm, chili.
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