I haven't updated in a while and if I don't update at least once per month, the boss is gonna really give it to me.
[Corned Beef Hash Photo 1]
[Corned Beef Hash Photo 2]
It tasted a lot better than I thought it would and I ate all of it. I accidentally broke my egg though. I think the beef got kind of crispy on the edges but I can't remember (I ate this like 5 years ago (a few months ago)).
I rate this food item 2 out of 2.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Berlin! Ice Cream and Wiener Time
Taste Of Berlin: Wiener Time! Wonderful Berlin, Germany. Packed with sordid history, high fashion, excellent Turkish food, major art, gorgeously green in Spring and Summer, 70 cent beer at the corner store, delightful cheeses and the best hearty, grainy bread... While in Berlin on our recent trip to Europe, we stood in a large line of eager tourists and Germans alike, under a bridge in the middle of the city amongst speeding cars, graffiti and tons of fat pigeons... to get a taste of a "famous German national dish"... CURRYWURST!! While we inched closer to the front of the line, I saw people poking their little wooden two pronged forks into sliced fried white sausage slathered in blobs of ketchup, mayonnaise and curry powder, with a side of fries of course!
RT and I with our fried national treasures.
Berlin was a real blast. And to buy an apartment there is ridiculously cheap. So I am hoping we will be back many, many times.
xo
WISDOM OF THE WORLD - WEEK 63

Concentration
After winning several archery contests, the young and rather boastful champion challenged a master who was renowned for his skill as an archer. The young man demonstrated remarkable technical proficiency when he hit a distant bull's eye on his first try, and then split that arrow with his second shot.
"There," he said to the old man, "see if you can match that!" Undisturbed, the master did not draw his bow, but rather motioned for the young archer to follow him up the mountain. Curious about the old fellow's intentions, the champion followed him high into the mountain until they reached a deep chasm spanned by a rather flimsy and shaky log. Calmly stepping out onto the middle of the unsteady and certainly perilous bridge, the old master picked a far away tree as a target, drew his bow, and fired a clean, direct hit.
"Now it is your turn," he said as he gracefully stepped back onto the safe ground. Staring with terror into the seemingly bottomless and beckoning abyss, the young man could not force himself to step out onto the log, no less shoot at a target. "You have much skill with your bow," the master said, sensing his challenger's predicament, "but you have little skill with the mind that lets loose the shot."
Labels:
abyss,
CONCENTRATION,
inishindie,
perilous,
second shot,
skills,
turnip,
wisdom
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Sangria Good-bye
Now I'm Thinking About It...
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