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Ten Eleven Thirteen

October 11, 2013

Can you tell what is missing? You might be tempted to say thirteen, but the real answer is me.

Today’s daily dose of fussy is being auto-posted, because if you are reading this in real time, I’m on the road to the farm. Yes, it’s Columbus Day weekend. No, the Princeton public schools don’t seem to take it off. But we’re headed out of town anyway.

I’ve got a wedding just outside of D.C. But first I’m going to drop the Fussy LIttle Children off at their grandparents’ farm in rural Pennsylvania. That means I’ve got a day full of driving, and most likely at this very moment I’m on the road. It also means I get to take my twenty-something year-old self out of his box so he can play with his old friends.

This should be a great weekend.

But I didn’t want to leave you in the lurch. And it turns out that October 11 (ten eleven) has historically been a pretty good day for blog posts. You know, up until 2013, that is. So today we’re going to go back and take a brief look at what I’ve been fussing about on this day over the years. See if you can catch some common themes.

Jewfish (2009)
You might thing that’s smoked salmon or smoked white fish. But I was making the case for pickled herring. Coincidentally, I was just tempted earlier this week to pick up a large jar of creamed herring. Man, I love that stuff. But I’m trying to be good. You know, when I’m not eating a lot of donuts.

I’m No Vegan (2010)
Just recently All Good Bakers officially announced they were closing for good. Three  years ago today was the first time I wrote about them. This operation didn’t have a storefront yet, they were years away from winning Best New Restaurant in the annual Times Union readers’ choice poll. But they were just beginning to expand their farmers market presence with a community supported bakery program. This place had a lot of soul.

Red Rocket (2011)
I’ve mentioned in the past that I write this blog largely for my own amusement. Sometimes I look back at old posts and they can’t help but bring a smile to my face. This is one of them. Not only does the eleven year-old boy in me love the title, but it’s attached to a tirade of how much I hate pepperoni. Man, that’s nasty vile stuff. Why anyone would sully a pizza with it is beyond me.

Pizza to the North, Pizza to the West (2012)
Last year, my prayers were answered. All Over Albany’s Tournament of Pizza switched from a pepperoni round to a sausage round. Hallelujaha. But pleasure never comes without pain, and the editors at AOA also began slipping pies for national chains into the mix. Besides for Pizza Hut’s pleasantly greasy crust, the rest was all just nasty. Still, I’ll do anything to avoid pepperoni. Man, that’s nasty vile stuff. Why anyone would sully a pizza with it is beyond me.

Have a great weekend. The wedding is Sunday night, and my twenty-something year-old self is totally irresponsible. Given that Monday is a holiday, I wouldn’t expect a word of fresh content.

But you never know.

One Comment leave one →
  1. Debra permalink
    October 11, 2013 9:46 am

    Have a great time Daniel. Enjoy your 20 something year old self. “See” you when you return.

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