Let me just start right up front and say this has nothing to do with food.
Last week I found out that my newspaper was handing out two weeks of free vacation. Well, it wasn’t so much free. By then end of the year it’s going to cost me a two-week paycheck.
Ever since the announcement, I have been torn about how I feel about it. It’s a catch 22.
Internet, I have done it again. Only this time I screwed up something that should be fairly simple: French Toast.
It’s funny, too, because I’ve always liked the French, so I don’t know why they would want to curse my breakfast.
No one would have ever have known by looking at my meal that it sucked.
It looks delicious. But it tastes not so.
In between blogging about what’s for dinner and what’s for drinks, Feaston has decided to move. Yeah, that’s right. We’re getting new digs. With a new kitchen. And a stove that we’re not totally thrilled with, but that’s another post for another day.
The point is: we have been packing a lot of boxes lately. And nothing goes with packing like a nice, refreshing beer.
Chimay Ale. It's malty.
Not too long ago, we were watching an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm that featured the history of the Cobb salad at the heart of its storyline. And that got us thinking about the awesome Cobb salad at one of our local restaurants, Pearly Bakers. And then … we had to have one.
Feaston's Cobb Salad.