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  1. Bloat-tated. :laugh:  That word is joining the lexicon for sure...
    food wise, it's been bacon. on white bread with mayo. and olives.

    Sounds like you oughta just install a salt lick in the house. Although it's murder on the bloatated-ness, I can totally relate to the cravings for salty food, chocolate and (for me at least) red meat!

    Once again, Heather Duster comes to the rescue!

    Salt Lick BBQ in Texas delivers, albeit not in the vaunted Fressermobile.

  2. Glad to know there are sites that do. I had a lot of leftovers from a catered event last year, and contacted Greater Chicago Food Depository, and they wouldn't accept it.

    Oy, I'm becoming such a maven. :raz:

    Greater Chicago Food Depository takes prepackaged, unopened donations and distributes them to local pantries. It's sort of the wholesaler of donations.

    If you look in Streetwise or another local newspaper, you can find shelters or other places that probably will take cooked food. Or you could just bag and freeze the food, then take it to people selling newspapers in downtown areas. I've done this a lot and people are usually thrilled to receive some munchies.

  3. I think food donations can only come from commercial kitchens. I don't think they'll accept food donations from private individuals, no matter what the quantity.

    That depends on the site where you're donating, nr706.

    At the Mother Jones Food Pantry (website coming!), they gladly accepted food donations from me, which they then hustled out the door the next day to hungry people waiting in line.

    Of course, different pantries may have different needs. at The Ark in Chicago, they can only accept kosher food, but kosher donations from individuals are always welcome.

  4. I have an Asian Pear tree in my back yard that's hailing down fruit two people can never eat. I'll take a couple of bushels to my local food pantry tomorrow.

    I can spend ten bucks wisely -- Jiffy cornmeal mix, on-sale peanut butter, mac and cheese, canned tomatoes and tomato sauce, jam. It's not just about need and poverty, and trying to help. It's karma too.

    Hie thee to a food pantry.

    Karma, shawarma. :laugh: I don't do this in anticipation of some future good fortune--that wouldn't be moral in the Kantian sense. I just don't want to see people go hungry.

    What's more, it's FUN to motor up in the well-stocked Fressermobile and see peoples faces light up.

  5. You're right (for once!) Fresser.  I am just waiting until the holidays to do an official 'drive' at the office because that is when it will be graciously sanctioned (in lieu of tacky decorations).  The demand is way up and the supply way down and it really doesn't take much to make a big difference.

    My chicken-chomping compatriot Freddie lives about a mile from the Mother Jones food pantry referenced above. He drove by their site at 120th and Halsted this morning and saw people lined up DOWN THE BLOCK waiting for food.

    Beat the holiday rush, people--feed your neighbors now.

  6. Bravo, Fress and jgm!  I'm planning a holiday food drive at the office but perhaps we can do something with the local eG folks and have some fun in the bargain.

    Any thoughts, KC folks?  If so we can start a "planning" thread.

    No reason to wait until the holidays, Judy. I say just invade your local grocer, fill up a cart with stapes such as oatmeal, grits, soup, canned corn and whatnot and drive the cornucopia to a food pantry.

    You'd be amazed at the amount of food that five $10-donations will buy.

  7. Check this out: http://www.myfoxchicago.com/myfox/pages/Ne...TY&pageId=3.1.1

    The sanctuary is at 120th and Halsted in Chicago's Pullman neighborhood.

    Their cupboards were literally empty and many people in the neighborhood were going hungry. So I just drove down there today in the Fressermobile and brought oatmeal, soup, spaghetti, tomato sauce, chicken, bananas and fresh watermelon. They took some nice mugshots of me that I'll forward later.

    Anyone who would like to contribute can reach Pastor Virgil Jones at the sanctuary. His phone number is 708-672-8080.

  8. A new Cajun joint just sprouted up in my quasi-industrial work neighborhood. Interestingly, they don't have a printed menu: owner Nate says, "If we run out of a dish mid-day, we just switch the menu to a new item."

    I found the pozole stew to be a smokey treat; has anyone else tried the place? They're on the web at Yat's Cajun Creole.

  9. Tour de France cyclists consume about 8,000 calories a day, but then they're thin as stick-figures. They have much less upper-body mass than Olympic eye-candy like Phelps--something that the women here seem to have noticed. :hmmm:

    Lance Armstrong himself was a triathlete in his pre-Tour de France days. How many calories per day do triathletes like perennial Ironman-winner Dave Scott ingest?

  10. I've compiled brief write-ups of the places we invaded on our Niles Ethnic Food Tour.  Pictures should be posted sometime tomorrow.

    Fresser, wasn't there also a Middle-Eastern market and a Polish deli? We also had, I believe some Asian-inflected ice creams from the Village Creamery.

    Looking forward to photos.


    I'll post some promo pictures from Pita Inn a wee bit later in the day. We made an impromptu stop there on the way to the Evanston kitchen.

    I've eaten at Pita Inn since 1989 and the place has sprouted from one hole-in-the wall store to a group of three restaurants, bakery, grocery and furniture gallery. Many guys have worked at the restaurant for over 20 years--that's a tenure nearly unheard of in the restaurant business.

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    fresser, lucky girl, nyokie6


    This was the best cheese plate I've ever eaten.  We need to convince NyOkie6 to visit Paris again next year before the gathering.

    I'd never worked before with fromage that actually had crossed Customs. It reminded me of Fat Guy's piece entitled Cheesy Does It.

    I met "Pierre" at a rest area near the Canadian border at midnight. I handed him a $100 bill and he handed me a brown paper bag. "Don't you want to count it?" I quipped. He folded the bill, put it in his pocket, backed away from me (never breaking eye contact and never speaking), slid into his Pontiac Bonneville and drove back north to Quebec. I drove south for seven hours, through Vermont, Massachusetts and Connecticut, to my home in New York City. I drove the speed limit. I didn't want to get stopped. I was transporting illegal cheese.

    If you've never read the entire piece--and find yourself in need of a belly-laugh--do so now.

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