For more bullets. Get it? Yeah, that was dumb. Sorry. If you live in Pittsburgh, you need to figure out where East Pittsburgh borough is. You need to drive there and eat at Taste of New Orleans Cafe on Main Street. It’s run by a family from New Orleans who left their hometown after their… Read More bang.
Two straight weekends with the Florida kids has been awesome. And exhausting. It’s also completely crushed this month’s NaBloPoMo efforts. Ooops. I’m not blaming the annual Northern Tour, mind you — but it has provided a convenient excuse on those days in the last two weeks when I’ve been struggling. I’m still tired, and I’m… Read More gghshgkftz.
Like the kid who drops his ice cream cone on the sidewalk, I have dropped the ball. I was fully prepared to post something that had something to do with food Sunday night. And then things got busy. And then I forgot. I’ll make up for it, though. I promise. The ice cream cone thing?… Read More 16. damn.
My new Mommy Blogger friends might appreciate this: The Wife and I — otherwise known as the childless ones — are heading to Canton shortly to babysit our niece and two nephews for the evening. When we first took on this task a couple of years ago, we — and by that I mean me… Read More 15. travelin’ man.
(This post marks the return to this month’s NaBloPoMo theme. You’ll note that the numbers picked up where they left off; this does NOT indicate that I’ve missed the last several days. Really.) I understand the convenience of grilling with gas. And I have to admit the thought of lording over one of those thousand-dollar… Read More 13. no other way.
During grilling season — which actually never stops in the Crappy household — we revere a different Holy Trinity: olive oil, kosher salt and ground black pepper. I’ve used this application a couple of times in the last week — on the steaks you see here, and on grilled corn we made to go with… Read More 12. three.
Uncle Crappy 