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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Larry Watson fucking rules.

To make up for those last few posts...

Have a look at some gonzo Mark Gonzales skatery.

You are not going to convince me that Morbelli was capturing the essence of daily rural life, while painting this...

He was eyeballing some ass.

What is the series of events that eventually leads to whatever is going down in this picture?

We're not in Kansas anymore.

Let's take a look at the forecast for your neck of the woods...

Maybe it is an east coast thing, but since I landed here I hear a lot about ramps...

Every spring, the food folks around Philly seem to go mad for ramps.

Now I grew up on this half of the continent, and I don't remember anybody but friends with skateboards talking about any damned ramps, come spring...

These foodie fuckers just won't shut about about their ramps, though.

Purees, broths, sauted, poached...

I feel like I might be missing out on some great thing...

But only sorta.

I don't have a ramp hook up here and I haven't seen 'em at any of my usual food purveyors.

They are just a sort of spring onion, leek tasting kinda thing, right?

So...

What is the big deal?

What is up with the ramps?

I think spring may have sprung.

Time to get on it...

Other times...

I get this kinda shit, all the time...