Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Take Me Home, Country Roads...
It's April 10 and still bitterly cold in Boston. About this time of year, my mind usually drifts farther and farther south until I can almost see the dogwoods bloom, smell the fresh-cut grass, hear the junebugs chatter, and -- of course -- taste the BBQ. Sure, the lobstah is wicked fresh (and expensive) up here, but is there anything better than a BBQ sandwich (North Carolina style) loaded with slaw, hushpuppies dipped in honey, and a tea so cold and sweet it makes your teeth numb? Where's the Silver Pig or a Smithfield's when you really need them? Mick Jagger had it right. Sweet Virginia, indeed.
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2 comments:
Omg, that looks sooo good.
When you all decide to give up your current careers, you can take up being restaurant reviewers. What a mouthwatering description. I'll have to send you some descriptions of our Arizona meals :-)
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