Showing posts with label fatty foods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fatty foods. Show all posts

Monday, May 26, 2008

IN WHICH WE STAPLE THE KIDS TO OURSELVES UNTIL THEY GO TO COLLEGE

Exhale:
The lost boy was found and in good condition after spending 24 hours alone in the Sullivan County woods.
Back when I first met my future wife, she took me along on a family trip down to the beach at Narragansett, and her five-year-old nephew walked away from us while everybody was busy packing our things to go. Freakout from all and sundry, with the exception of yours truly who put on his serene face and calmly scanned the water's edge. Oh, there he is. Yay, I'm a hero - extra clam fritters for me!

The standard advice when finding a lost item is to remain serene, but a child isn't a set of car keys and summoning the inner Mariano Rivera is a whole lot tougher when it's your own kid. It didn't help the anxiety any that the kid who went walkabout shares a name with our very own Beast, and that we were headed to a cookout in Westchester yesterday. Where there was a pond in the back yard. Just a small ornamental pond, but still. Set our heads on perma-swivel, just in case. All is well.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

A ROAD TRIP - TO SCOTLAND?

Another one for the "let's do this when the kids are old enough" files: today's London Times has provided a most useful list of the UK's top 10 fish and chip shops, led by Townhead Fish & Chips in Biggar, Scotland. Just check out this excerpt from the menu:

Regulars

Half Chicken
Special Fish
Plain Fish
Fried Pizza
King Rib
Smoked Sausage
Chicken Nuggets (8 Pieces)
Steak Pie
Chipsteak
Cheese ‘n’ Burger
Scotch Pie
Sausage
Hamburger
Haggis
Black Pudding
Spam Fritters
Fishcakes
White Pudding

Those spam fritters really must be something to rate a placement right after the haggis and black pudding; however, a deeper reading of the article suggests I stick this in the "let's do this when we can afford to put a cardiologist and a thoracic surgeon on retainer when we get back" file.


I wonder if there's anybody down at that chip shop swears he's Elvis.