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OK. So I have a horrendous hangover and I know this is going to be a really looooong holiday weekend. I don't get hangovers often--that's because I am a professional--but this one is a real rager. I woke up in desperate need of food, and all we have in my house (as usual) is Ramen and this weird dried fruit that my roommate eats. Also (as a sideline, I promise I will get to the point soon), we have a cereal called Kashi GoLean. This is also my roommates' food. I was actually considering eating some of this cereal, but then I noticed that the box says the following: CRUNCHY FIBER TWIGS! Some ancient back-brain survival instinct kicked in when I read "crunchy fiber twigs," and I thankfully realized that I do NOT need to be eating anything like that. Plus, we don't have any goddamned milk. I needed grease. Badly. I wanted a burger, a big fat one, but I look like ass and I didn't feel like schlepping down to the L and riding it in search of burgers. So. In my backyard is a Domino's Pizza. Some of you may know from previous posts of mine that I am a semi-fan of their pizza. It's not too bad. But pizza, in my current state, didn't sound *right*. It sounded right-er than crunchy fiber twigs, to be sure, but I wanted something more along the lines of BBQ wings. I had an epiphany. "Hey! Domino's has BBQ wings!" In a stupor, I threw on some sunglasses (that flourescent lighting is a real bastard) and wandered into the backyard Domino's Pizza. "Lemme get some BBQ wings," I said. "10 minutes," the dude said. I wandered back to my house, smoked a cigarette, and anticipated the BBQ wings. 10 minutes later (if nothing, Domino's is prompt), I picked up my wings. Holy crap are they terrible. They are 10 microwaved wings absolutely coated in a "BBQ" sauce. They were cold, flaccid, and just generally not what I had in mind. At all. I ate 5 of them before I could stop myself. Then I went back and ordered a pizza. And now I feel like I ate the crunchy fiber twigs after all. I gotta drive to Michigan later today in Memorial Day weekend traffic, and if those flabby little fuckers come back to haunt me, I swear, I am boycotting that Domino's in my backyard. You have been warned.

Hell, no.

Slightly OT here, but I also like Meier's Tavern because they serve tater tots with their burgers. =R= I've never had a tater tot.

I remember accidentally throwing my retainer away at ChicagoFest. Man, were my folks pissed at me =R= How did that happen? Did you puke it out? What was ChicagoFest? Was there food?

Beer.

Damen and what? Do they serve Bloody Mary? Wanna meet up for a burger and a Bloody?

In Chicago, have resounding hangover resulting from trying to match drinks with a dude last night. Not unusual, only he was the owner of the bar. At Western & Fullerton. Require burger. Where shall I go? And don't say the Pontiac. They have good burgers, yes, but I can't face it right now.

You said it, O-dogg. Not me. Last night's dinner was beer. My personal version of the high-carb diet. I'm going home this weekend, though, and I'm bringing one of my friends from c. school, so I'm pretty sure we'll have something to post to this thread Saturday night. BTW, Nullo, what is Shirataki? I'm too hungover to Google.

On topic, I guess I should say that I have never been to the Taste. There was some talk on eG of going last year, but it never happened.

What I have always wondered is-- what poor, hungry bastard was the first to eat lobster?

Sue, no matter how drunk I get, I will still be too scared to puke on your leg.

There you are . . . hanging out with your ex-girlfriends again.

SethG-- I need the method for that last bread. The Pugliese. Can you pleeeeeeeease post it here, or PM? Excellent blog. Way f****n' better than mine, in the Dark Days of Blogging.

Dude, you seem to hang out with your former girlfriends an awful lot. And they all rush to cook for you. What gives?

Closeted lipophiliacs. Liars?

My Sanitation teacher found a pubic hair in his Shamrock Shake.

Add one for me. I finally got the Nero Wolfe cookbook. What a trip! That brings me to a not-so-grand total of 9.

Where is the "Opening a Beer Bottle With A Lighter" thread?

Last night, 1 AM: Angel hair pasta with butter, sauteed morels, shallots, and thyme from my herb box. Sage Derby and summer sausage alongside. A baguette I made earlier in the day. Olive oil and kosher salt to dip. Orange-banana-strawberry juice. Were going to have strawberry shortcake but we were too tired. Tonight!

they have a very decent margarita, made from "top shelf" tequila, and fresh lime juice. better than i've had at 99% of bars in NYC. and i stand by that comment, no matter how much y'all will make fun of me for enjoying that drink. You like a drink from Applebee's! Ha ha!

Oh my God! Old Mission! I don't even drink that shit.

What is Applebees?

Whatever, brownnose.

From Nero's Drinkblog...Here I forgot about that dude! He really was wearing a codpiece, the weird bastard. One of my favorite posts of all time was last year during the "freedom fries" phase, when restauranteurs were pouring French wines down the toilet. Remember those nasty times? I can't remember who said it, or what the thread title was, but someone said: "Yeah, I usually pour my French wines down the toilet too. But I have the fucking brains to filter them through my liver and kidneys first."

Thank you everyone for your words. You have all brought tears to my eyes. It is my longtime boyfriends' father who is starting treatment--he starts the first cycle at University of Michigan today. His daughter--one of my closest friends--has moved home to help out. I really appreciate the suggestion to cook for the helpers as well. I was at his house Sunday planting vegetables with him--trenching leeks, etc. I hope to be able to pull some of those leeks out in a few months and use them in a special dish for him. He's also planted tomatoes, lettuces, garlic, corn, peppers, and herbs. He has a good attitude. As the treatment progresses we will all have to see how his appetite changes and what he is in the mood to eat. Thank you again for your kindness.