Since I've gotten sick I've been living off of canned fruit, tapioca pudding, jello and gingerale. I have zero appetite whatsoever and the thought of eating anything else makes me nauseous. On the plus side, I've lost 10lbs. When life hands you lemons....eat em.
Mother-In-Law’s Swiss Steak. Yes, this deliciously tender beef with its meltingly tasty tomato gravy comes from that sweet little hand written notebook my mil gave me back in 1977-78. You just know how tasty it’s going to be, because these recipes have stood the test of time. They’re the best! @degustabox_uk
Happy 3rd Birthday Beef!! Where do I start? Since the day I met you, I knew you were meant to be mine. If I had a dollar every time you made me smile I would be a millionaire. Your curiosity and mischief are comical (most of the time) and the amount of love you have in your heart is more than I could ever measure. When all 90 lbs of you licks the tears off my face and then tries to sit on my lap how can I remain sad? Your my #1 guy, I would say dont tell your dad but I know he feels the same about you. You truly taught me that it is not what we have in life, but who we have in our lives that matters. I pray that I get to buy you 100 more Birthday cakes bubba. #myguy#myfurbaby#wheresthebeef
@labs_of_insta @pawsandclaws_petbakery Thank you for making the best puppy cake ever... as always
What’s better than gifting someone a gift card to a fabulous restaurant? Buying them a gift card & getting a bonus card for yourself. 🎁 First up, @evoitalian where you’ll enjoy a $10 bonus card when you purchase a $50 gift certificate 🎉 Happy eating everyone! Let the holidays begin 📷 by @evoitalian . . . #quisineclub#evoitalian#steaknight
#FridayEve PSA: If you aren't using #ReverseSear when you make steak, you'll have to eat it knowing it wasn't all it could have been. Nobody wants meat #FOMO . Crust, texture, totally even cooking...it's the way to go. Grabbed a delicious 2" thick T-bone from the butcher for lunch today. Just what the doctor ordered!
There were certainly worse places to be stranded...
That morning the first car to pass us was our ride, and from the stoplight where he dropped us we waited only two reds for the next. Thus to compensate for such luck we would need to wait over four hours at the next spot.
There on the edge of San Rafael we were facing the usual frustrating obstacles. The previous government had begun paving the new Ruta 40, a project abandoned by the current administration. That left swaths of the official route signed but unused gravel road, creating uncertainty for what route to take. San Rafael, an inflection of the traditional route, is a considerable detour from the new if unfinished road. For traffic continuing south there also appeared to be a detour of the city centre, though one bereft of services and being Sunday with little truck traffic likely to pass. ——
Two roads from the east there join the roads that were previously themselves and now connect with the new Ruta 40. We figured from them some traffic unavoidably would pass where we stood, though there at the last gas station where the two merge it seemed to add previous little.
Most, again, was local: homes and ranches caked the road another few kilometres farther on. It was unclear where the detour around the city again joined the road, but somewhere even further, with higher speeds and no further gas station. Six cars did offer us a ride, though all only a few kilometres down.
We may well have done better there, but the uncertainty got the better of us. Our spot if nothing else was very pleasant. Save a brief shower it was sunny and warm, an early summer day everyone was out to make the best of. An extended family had their parrilla across the street from us, most cars passing packed tight (too tight to add this fine rump of mine) with a group of friends or several generations of a family on their way to a nearby lake - though the number of young men without shirts on was still very disproportionate.
It was one of them and his girlfriend who stopped to take us to Malargüe at last. There we arrived in glimmering twilight to find where we might crash to repeat this again the next day...
“Foiled in his efforts to rent suitable office space in Detroit’s swank suburban Grosse Point, Architect Alexander Girard found an old hamburger stand in a good neighborhood and converted it with a mimimum of time and money into attractive offices for himself and his decorator wife” — The Architectural Forum, May 1947
#AlexanderGirard | #GrossePoint | #HamburgerStand | #TheRentIsTooDamnHigh | #WheresTheBeef