Tuesday, February 10, 2009
This photo comes from this blog
(I fixed the link)
I can smell burnt toast in the next county. Burnt toast is like an after fire sale to me, you never get rid of that smell. Sometimes there is the psychological burnt toast, where something rubs you so much the wrong way that you just cant get that smell outta' yo' head. Then there is the flavor factor - you either like it or you never will under any circumstances. I fall under those 'any' circumstances. Picky? No I dont think so, its burnt. You're burnt or whatever.
Thats how I roll. I dont eat burnt toast and I can smell it in the next county. In fact I should work for Homeland Conservation and I can help eradicate burnt toast from households across America, making this a more bread friendly country eager to get back to our roots secure in knowing that we are OK, not to mention the smaller carbon footprint.
I think I am winter stir crazy. I have made two batches of beer, a nut brown ale that is now bottle conditioning and a hefweizen that is fermenting, I 'tried' the last whole batch of pale ale and it gets high marks,maybe next time I will share some. My blog has a birthday coming up on March 2 when it turns 5 - can you believe it, my little baby is growing up, we could have a kegger in its honor. Rootbeer will be available for the nonimbibers so remember that everyone is welcome.
I ate a pepperoni and jarlsberg grilled cheese (panini)
My kid had a curried chicken as an afternoon snack.
All on toast and none of it was burnt!
Posted by christo AKA doggybloggy at 7:07 PM