Because I’m not too bright, I failed to make the obvious connection between this week’s two social highlights until today. On Tuesday, we had our first-ever Pho Down, which I hope becomes the inaugural event of the Great Pittsburgh Pho Tour. On Sunday, Mrs. Crappy, Doctor Yohe and I are seeing moe. at the Carnegie… Read More i’m an idiot.
I recently discovered a new religion. I’m not sure what to call my new spiritual calling, but I can tell you it involves eating as much pho as I can get my hands on. I had been curious since my buddy Spoon started raving about it last summer; a couple weeks go, we found ourselves… Read More go for pho.
Boy, NaBloPoMo ended and everything here just kind of went to hell, huh? Our skis are in the shop. It’s only a matter of time. Mrs. Crappy had back-to-back god-awful-early shifts at her paper on Friday and Saturday morning, so on her way home Friday, she called and suggested that I get the hell out… Read More slacking.
A note about the title: It has nothing to do with Christmas gifts. Before one wraps anything, one must actually begin to purchase said gifts. Yikes. The parents arrived late Friday afternoon, and after a pre-dinner drink, we headed to Las Velas for dinner. We were met there by Mr. Burns, who took a minute… Read More wrapped.
Saturday was a day of two distinct halves, split by a two-hour nap and a handful of Advil. Part one: Yinz Bowl. The day dawned crisp and cool, an ideal canvass for the gridiron warriors who would battle that day… OK, that’s enough. We had a slightly smaller group of participants for Yinz Bowl II… Read More saturday.
I’m usually a pretty confident guy in the kitchen. If I’m cooking something I’m familiar with — like, say, crabcakes — I have no trouble. If I have a recipe in front of me, I’m willing to give nearly anything a try. So why in the hell am I concerned about cooking a Thanksgiving meal… Read More 30. battling the bird.
Uncle Crappy 