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Lithuanians run diners?
Aug. 31st, 2005 02:28 pmJeremy, Jono, and I went out for Lithuanian food for lunch today. It was mostly disappointing, but it did serve as a reminder for why we don't often sample the cuisine of Eastern Europe: it comes in two colors, white and brown, and two flavors, meat and potato.
Although Jeremy and I were both humbled by the mightiness that is carrot juice. Seriously, carrot juice could take over small countries. Vitamate the peasants. All that good stuff.
And once again, I ordered something that I thought would be a tasty amalgamation of grain and dairy in flat circuluar form, and once again, I was greeted by a plate of pancakes from a box mix. I ask you, why? What on earth is the appeal of boxed pancake mix? I mean, even Bisquick pancakes taste pretty darn good (buttermilk or no) and yet, restaurants seem to think that they can pass off this sub-Jiffy mix level pancakes as real homemade pancakes.
*sigh*
Maybe it's just me, but if I can tell that a food has "box taste" before I finish the first bite, it has no place in a restaurant, and certainly no business going for more than a buck a serving/layer/piece.
But the boys did like the huge map of Lithuania.
I think the inhabitants of both Jeremy's and my apartment are anxious for all the permanent residents to be settled in, done with the moving in and out, and to have rent be normal and stable again.
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..Did I mention that I used Erica's fabulously ridiculously huge muffin cups? They are truly wonderous. I would say I'm envious of them, except that all my Erica-envy is focused on envying her time in Japan. Except for the baby. I have my own ADD 1 yr old nephew to adore, and he's mine. Ok, fine, so I'm not his only aunt, but none of you can muscle in my aunt privelages! (Ha! Take that non-blood relatives! Go play in your own gene pool!)
Jeremy and I are going to visit my 'rents this weekend, and play cards---an intimate bonding experience, without which, you cannot be truly accepted into the Davis fold. Both my sister's bfs/fiancees/husbands went through it, as Jeremy must. He has braved the dinner table, and the reunion, but my family isn't finished with him yet.
Although Jeremy and I were both humbled by the mightiness that is carrot juice. Seriously, carrot juice could take over small countries. Vitamate the peasants. All that good stuff.
And once again, I ordered something that I thought would be a tasty amalgamation of grain and dairy in flat circuluar form, and once again, I was greeted by a plate of pancakes from a box mix. I ask you, why? What on earth is the appeal of boxed pancake mix? I mean, even Bisquick pancakes taste pretty darn good (buttermilk or no) and yet, restaurants seem to think that they can pass off this sub-Jiffy mix level pancakes as real homemade pancakes.
*sigh*
Maybe it's just me, but if I can tell that a food has "box taste" before I finish the first bite, it has no place in a restaurant, and certainly no business going for more than a buck a serving/layer/piece.
But the boys did like the huge map of Lithuania.
I think the inhabitants of both Jeremy's and my apartment are anxious for all the permanent residents to be settled in, done with the moving in and out, and to have rent be normal and stable again.
---
..Did I mention that I used Erica's fabulously ridiculously huge muffin cups? They are truly wonderous. I would say I'm envious of them, except that all my Erica-envy is focused on envying her time in Japan. Except for the baby. I have my own ADD 1 yr old nephew to adore, and he's mine. Ok, fine, so I'm not his only aunt, but none of you can muscle in my aunt privelages! (Ha! Take that non-blood relatives! Go play in your own gene pool!)
Jeremy and I are going to visit my 'rents this weekend, and play cards---an intimate bonding experience, without which, you cannot be truly accepted into the Davis fold. Both my sister's bfs/fiancees/husbands went through it, as Jeremy must. He has braved the dinner table, and the reunion, but my family isn't finished with him yet.
