Well, Bike Week was a blast. It also was a month ago, so I'm not really sure what I've done since then. I started my master's degree in teaching technology. I got a cat, got bitten by the cat, no longer have the cat. Ummmmm . . . I know I've done more than that, but that's all that is coming to mind.
Food-wise
Judy and I ate at some chain seafood place. I wanna say the Fish Grill or something that sounds like that. I really wanna crucify the place so I'll have to get the name correct and post a scathing review. We also went to an herb festival so I picked up some mint, rosemary, a datil pepper, some catnip ( I guess I can give that away now), lemon balm, pineapple sage and some lavender.
Ooooooooh, a new gourmet deli/store, called Noah's Market, opened about 6 blocks from my place in Ormond Beach. (Don't judge them on their web site.) They have fresh cut meat, imports and microbrews, produce, about 15 different kinds of gelato, two different kinds or riceballs, cheeses, all kinds of desserts . . . I'm getting overstimulated just thinking about the place. I went in with my friend, Greg (aka Dufus), on Sunday. We got some wonderful rib eyes, tirimisu and coconut gelato, stuffed mushrooms, a Sicilian riceball, and an orzo pasta salad. The only thing that didn't thrill me was the stuffed mushrooms. The stuffing was really bready, if that's a word. Greg liked them, but he also drinks Bud Lite so I wouldn't say he necessarily has good taste. And he has been insinuating that my good taste is pretentious. I'm not pretentious. I just like expensive shit.
There is a big Italian Festival here on April 17. At least I think that's the date. Maybe I'll get drunk and make a jackass out of myself like at the Greek Festival.
BTW
While I was looking for a food snob graphic on Google, (typed in "food snob") I came across a picture of a guy screwing a rotisserie chicken. It's a sad world, isn't it?
