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Emily L Wants a Better Supermarket

July 9, 2019

Well, the tree is gone from the roof, which is now water tight. The car has a new windshield. Our insurance adjuster has inspected the damage, and I’m cautiously optimistic we’ll be approved for all the repairs needed to make it whole.

Now, it’s time to get back to our everyday business of packing and transporting our life from Albany to Ann Arbor. Of course, that’s got to go on hold for a couple of days, because on Friday and Saturday I’m headed down to Pennsylvania. Then on Sunday, we have the last of the Profussor led Fussy Little Tours.

I really shouldn’t say it’s the last tour, because there have been volunteers who have stood up and offered to lead readers out into the wilderness of these seasonal eating adventures.

It’s a little overwhelming. Actually, it’s a lot overwhelming. So I’m incredibly thankful to Emily L for submitting another guest post upon her return to the U.S. Today, she’s writing about a matter that’s near and dear to my heart. The sad situation surrounding our supermarkets. I think it might all be solved with the arrival of Wegmans. But that might be jumping the gun. Let’s first hear her out.

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See Food Diet

July 8, 2019

This is an old joke. Perhaps I first encountered it in an animated Garfield short when I was a kid. That cat was always on some kind of weight loss regimen or another. Does anyone remember the one where he could only eat what could be sucked through a straw?

Of course the punchline was that he was still able to devour a whole roasted bird through it by tapping into the power of his sheer desire for delicious food.

Usually diets made Garfield grumpy. And for obvious reasons. Restrictive diets suck. So everyone was surprised when he was so happy on a new seafood diet. To which our hero explained, “It’s the best, I see food, and I eat it.”

Now, I have no idea if this was a Garfield episode or not. Maybe I happened upon it in an Archie comic with Jughead Jones playing the role of the voracious eater. While it’s not a recipe for weight loss, it is a condition from which I suffer. So today, I thought I would offer up a little confession.

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The Profussor’s Last Stand

July 5, 2019

Time is getting short.
But I still have big plans.

If you’re interested in one last tour with the profussor, grab your calendar and block out Sunday, July 14. My hope is to prove that Downtown Albany is one place, not several. To bridge the gap between, Lark Street, Downtown, Pearl Street, and the Warehouse District. And I also want to show just how walkable the damn place is.

How? We’re going to spend the day walking around enjoying some of my favorite places. That means this tour is going to be significantly different from all the others. Although there is going to be one common thread that binds them all together.

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A Friday Find

July 4, 2019

If there wasn’t enough pressure to pack up all of our things and put our affairs in order before leaving Albany, yesterday a piece of a tree fell through a part of our roof. Luckily everyone is fine. And fortunately the newly ventilated part of the roof is over the garage.

Less fortunately, our garage has been a storage area for our boxes, so the Fussymobile was parked in the driveway. The tree limbs did a number on its windshield. Right now it’s unclear how much other damage the car may have endured. But at least it was an old car.

Still, I loved that car. And now we’ve got to find someone who can remove some big ass tree limbs and install a tarp on the roof before our insurance adjuster arrives. Know anybody up to the task?

In happier news, tomorrow is Friday. That means it’s my mother’s birthday. Happy birthday Mom! Friday is also Shabbat, so despite all the madness of the week, we’ll be feasting on roast chicken, with challah, and a delightful natural wine from 22 2nd Street in Troy. But last week, Little Miss Fussy and I diverged from tradition, and I’m pleased to share a Friday Find.

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On Straws and Tyranny

July 3, 2019

Why am I still writing? I should be packing. Or calling movers. Or selling Mrs. Fussy’s car. For years I have said this blog is more of an addiction than anything else, and I think that’s proving to be true. However, I can’t abandon the readers of the FLB yet. Especially since I’m hoping to do one last big thing before I leave.

But tomorrow is July 4, and I suspect everyone will be talking about the “top chefs” who are advising against grilling hamburgers. Not just for the holiday, but forever. There’s some tyranny for you.

As far as I’ve come to understand Independence Day, is that it’s a celebration of our deliverance from tyranny. And yet, if you look around, we are far from free. We’re enslaved by all kinds of things. Granted, many of them are of our own volition.

Little Miss Fussy challenged the family to see if we could stay off the internet for an entire week.
Seriously, I don’t think we could do it. Which effectively means, we’ve already become enslaved to our benevolent computer overlords. And then there’s the notion that none of us are truly free until the least one of us is free. But that gets awfully heavy, awfully quickly. Especially these days.

For the sake of finding some common ground, let’s talk about breaking free from the tyranny of straws.

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On Spicy Food

July 2, 2019

One thing I’ll be taking away from my time in the Capital Region is a love of spicy foods. I’m not terribly optimistic that the Midwest will be as friendly to fiery cuisines. But here in the land of hot wings, there have been a few places where even people with jaded, burned-out palates have been able to find stimulation.

Now, I’m not talking about the hottest wings ever. Those are just stupid. And there is a lot of macho bullshit that comes out when people try to test their mettle against the spiciest peppers they can find.

For the record, those aren’t the kind of experiences I’m chasing. Sure, I’ll take on the spicy ramen challenge for the good cause of drawing a little more attention to Downtown Troy. But I’m not going to a hot sauce convention to see how much pain I can take.

So what’s the draw of spicy food to me? Well, I’m glad you asked.

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Monday the Profussor Slept Late

July 1, 2019

It’s July, and I am a free man!

Not too long ago, I struggled with the question how much longer this blog would go on after I left my job with Yelp. After all, a lot of the content over the past few years turned a bit Yelp-centric. The FLB chronicles my adventures with food, and during my time as the Community Ambassador for Albany, I had access to many special events that were worthy of sharing.

Now that chapter is over, my first official act was to stay up late with Raf on Sunday, eating brisket, and drinking whiskey. Then I slept in this morning without a thought of posting fresh content.

However, I’m not quite ready to give up the blog, and here’s why.

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