It takes me a few days to readjust to life when I come back to the U.S.A. On our last trip, as we stepped off the plane at Dulles, we were confronted with a huge picture of a giant overstuffed sandwich plastered on the wall of a restaurant, which was aptly named, Potbelly. Like the clever titling of The Pretty Kitty salon that I passed…
Someone had asked me how to get a lot of comments on a blog last week. So I answered that it was pretty simple: “Put up a recipe with corn syrup in it.” Since I’m in Texas, however, there’s another way to rile up the masses and that is to write up a barbecue joint. Honestly, there is nothing that divides Texans or Kansas City-folk…
“Do you want Texas barbeque, or Mexican food?” Honestly, have you ever heard such sweeter words? When my friend picked me up by the airport in Austin, those were the first words out of his mouth. How did he know? Since I’d never ventured out much into the outskirts of the cities in Texas (it’s hard when you don’t have a car, or time), here…
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