Although I don't leave for another five days, I'm getting to that point in the trip where everything starts accelerating--pretty much all my reservations are arranged for the remaining nights, and my list of things to do is very small and manageable.
Tag: goats
A good day
As you might have noted from the constant references to the KC and the Rover, I haven't been getting out of my neighborhood much. Which is a great testament to Astoria, but I was going a little stir-crazy when Tal called on Saturday to urge me to go to the barbecue in Flushing Meadows.
Anginares up the wazoo
Anginares sounds like a medical condition, but it's just the Greek word for artichokes, which I sampled in spades last week.
If It’s Worth Doing, It’s Worth Overdoing, or It Takes a Village to Roast a Pig (and a Lamb)
Who knew roasting a whole pig--plus a whole lamb, just for the heck of it--could be so easy? Well, aside from the creeping anxiety of spectacular failure beforehand, and the running around collecting weird bits of metal, and the blinding, acrid mesquite smoke the night of...it was pretty easy.