Love this sketch. Love the two of them.
A Love Letter To Martin's Potato Rolls
My love,
When we met in 2004, my life was permanently changed. It was on a warm, spring evening and I had no idea how my world would be altered forever. You were draped around my first Shack burger and I thought, "Good God, he's tender." My friends acted as though you were nothing special, but I knew that I felt something between us. I found myself thinking about you long after that initial meeting. And not because of your well-regarded popularity at the time (I knew you had many admirers), but because I felt that you were the heart of that establishment.
Oh sure, I'd been with your type before that night - brioche, whole-wheat, ciabatta and even an English muffin or two. But none of them compared to you. I don't think you ever ventured into Canada, so maybe that's why it took so long for us to meet.
I had you on my mind for many a night after our first time. Then came the day when I first spotted you in a supermarket and was blown away that you were available. I hadn't know that I could take you home with me whenever I wanted. Do you have any idea how difficult it was not to devour you right there in that aisle? With everyone watching? I knew I had to leave you at once. For fear of my own well being.
Recently, I finally decided to take you home with me so I brought you home to meet Nathan for turkey burgers. He didn't care for you at first (since he's trying to steer clear of the likes of you), but he allowed you in our house and we actually had a lovely night together, the three of us. He only requests that we don't make it a habit. Once in awhile is all I can get him to agree to. And maybe it's for the best. I don't know. I honestly don't make good decisions around you, you know that.
I love you more than you'll ever know. And when the day comes that I find myself in Chambersburg, Pennsylvania - you can be damn sure to find me walking up Potato Roll Lane, screaming your name in lust.
Forever yours,
Liz
(UPDATE: On August 30th, 2015, a dream came true.)
“Always keep an umbrella in the back seat of your car.”
Visit The Seinfeld Apartment in NYC
Photo Credit: Gothamist
Photo Credit: Gothamist
In preparation for Seinfeld's arrival to Hulu at the end of the month, the streaming network has unveiled a pop-up recreation of Jerry Seinfeld's Upper West Side apartment from Seinfeld in Manhattan.
“Seinfeld: The Apartment” will be a full replica of the iconic apartment set up at 451 West 14th Street, near the Chelsea Market and the High Line and it'll be open to the public between 10 a.m. and 7 p.m. until June 28th.
God, this is a cool idea. If I manage to make it over here, I'll update this with some more photos.
Nashville Highlights
I recently went to Nashville (and Franklin), Tennessee and here's what happened!
- I tried Nashville's famous "hot chicken" at The Farmhouse, which was all right. Honestly, they had this insane made-to-order cornbread with whipped honey butter that was way more memorable.
- I had brunch at the Loveless Cafe, where they make 5,000 biscuits a day.
- We drove past Dolly Parton's House!
- You know how I love my baked oysters, so we had dinner in Franklin at 55 South and had these gorgeous babies (below).
- Went on a chocolate factory tour of Olive & Sinclair Chocolate Factory Tour, which I mentioned the other day.
- And I can't forget one of the most epic dinners OF MY LIFE that I had at Red Pony.
- Found some insanely-good Georgia peaches.
- Ate some Tennessee-made Goo Goo Clusters.
- Explored Lower Broadway.
- Lest we forget, the awful Belle Meade Plantation day.
- Ate more biscuits than I should have at Biscuit Love.
- Saw the Grand Ole Opry.
All in all, it was a very Southern trip with definite highs and lows.
Mom Says
“Rosemary planted by the doorstep will keep witches away.”
Fury of the Day - Hotmail Hostility
I have a Hotmail address that I still use as my main email address. And it enrages me that I need to defend this fact to some people.
Do you know what still having a Hotmail account means? I'm loyal. That's it! Why is it not seen as such? Why are people so embarrassed by their Hotmail accounts? I guarantee that if you're too embarrassed by the thought of having a Hotmail account, then you're definitely one of the types to be embarrassed by the thought of ever having an out-of-date cell phone. You know the types I mean - maybe you are one of them. I'll never understand what the big issue is, to be honest. I mean, if something is still working for you - what the hell need is there to replace it with someone else? What is this obsession with newest = best?
I've had my Hotmail account since 2001. That's fourteen years. Do you not think that's amazing? Do you have any idea the gems that I've been able to save for years in there? DO YOU?! I like the idea that I can keep the same address for the rest of my life. Who wouldn't want that? That kind of stability seems attractive to me.
Anyway, I don't really have a point here. And if I had to have one it would be: back the fuck off - Hotmail's fantastic.
“In every parting there comes a moment when the beloved is already gone from us.”
Bourbon Nib Brittle
This is some of the finest brittle I've ever had. It even won the award for the Best Confection of 2014 by the Specialty Food Association in New York. I recently went on a chocolate factory tour of Olive & Sinclair in Nashville (tours run on Saturdays and are only $5) and this stuff was, by far, the most delicious treat we tasted that day.
You can buy the brittle online from the chocolate company Olive & Sinclair and it's worth every penny.
Tug of War
Love.