Airline Seafood Co at the Eastside Market on Saturday morning (Eastside and Richmond in Htown). Mahi, swordfish, red fish, snapper all for $16 – $20 / lb and anything else you want at a great price. Pro tip: hit up the Indian food tent that’s right when you walk in the lot. Makes for a delicious and easy weeknight meal and they have about a dozen options to chose from. They’re all GOOD.
For the fish: pat dry, season with lemon, olive oil, salt, pepper. Made a pan sauce of butter, garlic, olive oil, white wine, shallot, herbs. Cooked fish on grill pan, few minutes per side, basted with pan sauce, finished in oven at 375 for 10ish minutes. Would have grilled but ran out of charcoal starters for my BGE. First time making swordfish and it turned out pretty good for a native midwesterner.
My wife and I were friends for three years before a random, drunken hookup happened. If you have feelings, give it a chance because your friendship won’t be the same now anyways.
I’m scared to know how many of these games are no longer allowed in schools. A teacher would probably get fired for allowing students to throw a tennis ball at defenseless Johnny’s backside.
I just went and sat in my car for 30 minutes and now I’m eating a sandwich at my desk. My lunch buddy options are: my boss, the IT guy, the guy in tax accounting, or one of my six work moms. It’s a lonely world working for a small company.
Since I’m left to my own devices from the time I leave the office until tomorrow evening when the Mrs. returns, that means grilling, drinking, and watching hoops tonight followed by I’m not quite sure tomorrow.
I like a good callout but I also don’t blame the guy for not reading every word of an article that is inherently wrong. This is most likely the dumbest Duda take yet.
This is not my first rodeo, hence the feeling of impending doom. I’m at the point in life where I fly out Friday evening, still land a respectable hour due to time change, rage until 2:00 am on Sunday, catch the 8:00 am flight back to Houston, and take vacation on Monday for additional recovery as opposed to the prior Friday for additional partying.
Recently received the “This is so-and-so and you’re invited to Groom’s bachelor party in Vegas. Please tell me which of these weekends works best for you as I’m currently working on a room block” email. I’m already terrified and it’s three months out.
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They changed it to “forever” in the text thread.
Airline Seafood Co at the Eastside Market on Saturday morning (Eastside and Richmond in Htown). Mahi, swordfish, red fish, snapper all for $16 – $20 / lb and anything else you want at a great price. Pro tip: hit up the Indian food tent that’s right when you walk in the lot. Makes for a delicious and easy weeknight meal and they have about a dozen options to chose from. They’re all GOOD.
For the fish: pat dry, season with lemon, olive oil, salt, pepper. Made a pan sauce of butter, garlic, olive oil, white wine, shallot, herbs. Cooked fish on grill pan, few minutes per side, basted with pan sauce, finished in oven at 375 for 10ish minutes. Would have grilled but ran out of charcoal starters for my BGE. First time making swordfish and it turned out pretty good for a native midwesterner.
Grilled swordfish with a side of pasta tossed with veggies and olive oil.
Doesn’t Hickey have a string of unsolved murders that may or may not be tied to his name? Gotta go JR all the way.
I can’t think of anything more un-American than the federal government blocking MLBtv on a day such as this.
My wife and I were friends for three years before a random, drunken hookup happened. If you have feelings, give it a chance because your friendship won’t be the same now anyways.
I’ll put you in the black. Have fun at SHO. Glad Phil made the cut, albeit barely.
I’m scared to know how many of these games are no longer allowed in schools. A teacher would probably get fired for allowing students to throw a tennis ball at defenseless Johnny’s backside.
So. How was it?
What if one were to go ultra hipster and grill the romaine first?
I just went and sat in my car for 30 minutes and now I’m eating a sandwich at my desk. My lunch buddy options are: my boss, the IT guy, the guy in tax accounting, or one of my six work moms. It’s a lonely world working for a small company.
As a married man, this is inspiring. Going to have to come back and re-read about 4:15 on Friday afternoon.
I give mine three or so days. To date I’ve submitted four times with one piece getting published. I think it was posted a day or two after submission.
Nah, man. I’m old too. Even had time for BB&B yesterday.
It’s called Faderade, Will. Did you even go to high school football games?
Since I’m left to my own devices from the time I leave the office until tomorrow evening when the Mrs. returns, that means grilling, drinking, and watching hoops tonight followed by I’m not quite sure tomorrow.
I like a good callout but I also don’t blame the guy for not reading every word of an article that is inherently wrong. This is most likely the dumbest Duda take yet.
I don’t normally advocate these, but mirror selfies are probably the best option for long-term or week to week comparison.
This is not my first rodeo, hence the feeling of impending doom. I’m at the point in life where I fly out Friday evening, still land a respectable hour due to time change, rage until 2:00 am on Sunday, catch the 8:00 am flight back to Houston, and take vacation on Monday for additional recovery as opposed to the prior Friday for additional partying.
Recently received the “This is so-and-so and you’re invited to Groom’s bachelor party in Vegas. Please tell me which of these weekends works best for you as I’m currently working on a room block” email. I’m already terrified and it’s three months out.