He order and took me to balcony. I look down. Not bad la. This is where famous people drink afternoon tea. I see in magazines before. No window and I no need SPF 50 foundation. I wear sunglasses because too many paparazzi take pictures. No stool for my Two Tone Celine Nano but I put in chair. They use heavy tea pot. Too heavy for me to carry.
HAHAHAHAHA wish I had thought of this. Turns out the writer is a friend of a friend of a friend. HK so small world!
“Behind the scenes, Hercules was the Gordon Ramsay of his day, presiding over a bustling kitchen that included other slaves, paid white servants, and possibly white indentured servants. He was everywhere at once, demanding perfection and becoming enraged with staff that did not do their utmost to follow suit. He easily performed the laborious task turning out dish after dish in an eighteenth century kitchen for the men engaged in the arduous business of building a free republic—even as he himself remained enslaved.”
Cook Thanksgiving turkey in a trash bag sous-vide
My love for Taqueria DF, the taco truck on Claiborne, has been well documented. Until now, I’ve always ordered lengua, sometimes barbacoa and carnitas when I wanted to mix it up. Today, I asked the DF lady what chicharrón was. “Pork” she said. Can’t go wrong with pork, so I got a burrito with half lengua and half chicharrón.
When I got home and looked inside my burrito, I happily discovered that chicharrón is pork skin that had been deep fried, then stewed until tender and sticky (from the collagen, I assume). Delicious. Quite rich though, to have half a giant burrito stuffed with fatty pork rinds. Next time I’ll get it on tacos.
I asked the DF lady if they had tripe once, and she didn’t understand. Today I asked what buche was, and she said they were out. Should have googled it. Buche IS tripe, dumbass! Hope they aren’t out next time.