...holy hell, he DOES.

me: [random text about whatever was happening at the time]
Nick: Daniel Craig looks like a mad baby.

but right now I like it this way, kind of quiet.

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me: It's been three weeks since we had breakfast at the Fair? Gaddd, time flies.

Joy: I know. I can tell you I've considered coming into the fair at least three times since but it's always been at like 8:30 so I knew you weren't in. Gah the heart breaks!

me: I mean, don't let me not being here stop you from croissants and cakes.

Joy: But you are my joy and half of my excuse for living.

whistlin' (Mason) Dixie

So happy to support the biscuit cause - bring Mason Dixie Biscuit Shoppe to DC! 

I'm trying wild out on biscuits, fried chicken, and yo - is that honey? 

Done. 

41 hours to go! Support Mason Dixie on Kickstarter! 

sananikone sounds like ice cream cone so BAM I think I've just developed my personal logo.

It's still rough of course, but yes, these are the things you discover at one in the morning.

monday evening, technically tuesday morning

sounds like: having No Rest for the Wicked with Lykke Li, bang bang - being shot down by Nico Vega, Witchy Woman, and finding the modern Wolf with Sylvan Esso. After a few months' hiatus, I've jumpstarted via vina again. I've missed it and have fallen out of habit of remembering my dreams. 

tastes like: Fried green tomatoes straight from the garden. The tomatoes, not the frying, though game over if someone invents a fried tomato plant. Do you remember the hot dog tree in Big Top Pee-Wee? Shoot, that just might be my favorite part of that movie, second to when Winnie threw the egg salad sandwiches into the creek when she caught Pee Wee macking on Gina. Figures my favorite scenes would involve food. 

feels like: I need to move (oh, that might be a thing, hopefully no more of this hour commute nonsense - we'll see what happens), I need to start a website (remember when I was talking about that last year? Me too.), and I just need to get shit done. 

smells like: summer rain. 

photo via somewhere in the tumblrsphere. I want a flatfile in my studio!

[driving between between record shops and restaurants in Charlottesville]
me: I like how we didn't plan anything but food and music.
Stephanie: That's how I live.

you’ve got to fight for what you love and build your home

restaurant life, two years in

I recently passed the two year mark of being with Eat Good Food Group. It's been a crazy couple of years, let me tell you. On second thought, let me not tell you. We've gone through the making of Chef's cookbook, to losing a restaurant and what about that time I carried a salmon around the streets of Alexandria for a photo shoot? It's been a total blast, even when the chefs are angry, and I've said the same phrase for three hours - Good evening! Tonight you're having a sashimi of tuna with a soy-yuzu vinaigrette and pickled daikon! - and my phone is a veritable motherboard, constantly lighting up with tweets and notifications. 

Things I've said repeatedly: Can I borrow you for a photograph? Can you make me that cocktail? Chef, where do the quince come from? What's in that dish? Is that from Path Valley Farms? How do you spell that farmer's name? What do you want on the flyer - when do you need that flyer? Did you change your password? DID YOU GOOGLE IT? Oh man, that one.

Big thanks to my restaurant family, past and present, I love and appreciate you all. Thanks for tolerating me and allowing me to show the world your work. 

Here's to a few more years at EGFG, before I take over the world, Pinky.