Posts in Sunday Meatball Chronicles

ARGGGGG! The long awaited Gaspar’s Grotto Booze Cruise Brunch, where the only rules are to “Build Yer Own Damn Drinks.” Ryan and I have been waiting to let loose and I can’t think of any better way than to attend this debauchery and invite my... [+]

My friend likes to say “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” but I’m not sure if I agree with her on that. I have forgotten what skinny feels like in the past two years of my life. I no longer know what it feels... [+]

And we’re off. Sunday mornings I can’t get enough of you. Moving forward you will be my only form of weekly palette satisfaction. That’s right; I’m finally putting my fat foot down. Eating out two or three times a week is no longer on the... [+]

I’ve lost an hour of sleep due to the time change and I’m groggy. In fact, I’m miserable. Last night we went to the movies and saw Red Riding Hood (you know, with the big bad wolf?)…. And now this morning I’m representing the NC... [+]

The concept of a buffet supposedly arose in mid 17th century France, when gentleman callers would arrive at the homes of ladies they wanted to “woo” unexpectedly. Their surprise arrival would throw the kitchen staff into a panic and the only food that could be... [+]