Sunday, December 21, 2014

More Pickles

In my never ending search for the quintessential pickle, may I present Cooper Farms whole dilled pickles. Cooper Farms is. Texas family farm/ orchard that has a roadside stand with fruit and veggies and pies and are best known for peaches. Cooper farms may actually be quite the commercial operation but I like to think I'm really eating something homemade. Thus the pickles. 

The jar is whole pickles. I just cut one up for pics. I have to say I'm pretty darn enamoured with these. Very nice balance of vinegar dill and garlic with a smidge of red pepper. And you can see all those things in the jar too!

They are reay quite spectacular. Tangy. Crunchy. The end. 
If you're on I 45 in the near future follow the signs to the Cooper Farms store and grab yourself some. 

Recommended 5 microwaves 


Wednesday, December 3, 2014

You Can Go with This or You Can Go with That . . .


Hello people!  Jeezus H I haven't done this in so long but it is good to be back vs a quick hit and run post.

Today interviewing a possible job candidate with some of my work peeps.  Only had half of Tater Tot in attendance, a guy from another group I haven't named yet and our senior guy from Chas WV who looks like Stanley Tucci-- ergo I am dubbing him Mr. T, and myself.  Nice lunch. I'm not really "on" today so had a hard time being chatty.  However that is exactly why I love T2 and Mr. T.  They can more than compensate for me in times when I am all up in my head.  Our lunchtime discussion involved absolutely nothing work related, but did include:  plastic forks, Vietnam, siblings, pet naming philosophy and White House tours.  Fairly successful at seeing how high one might fly the freak flag and if it is an acceptable level or not.

We walked next door to Ciao Bello.  It's just meh.  Very hit and miss.  One some occasions I have had awesome food.  Others mediocre.  Today, what I ordered was mediocre and the entree they brought by mistake was really good.  Potato broccoli soup was really more of a bisque or puree.  It may have been good, but it wasn't served hot--and that is just gross.  I don't mean like a cold soup.  I mean a hot soup that wasn't hot.  2 spoons of that and I was done, thank you very much.



Entree was eggplant parmesan.  My go to Italian dish.  not fancy but you can either make it right or you can't.  Ciao Bello is in the can't column.  First they brought me a chicken parm, noting it was a mistake and they would be bringing the eggplant out.  Eggplant came out and it was trying to be fancy.  See the nice stack of eggplant and the stuff on top?  not enough cheese.  Squash was not tender, and it was super greasy . . . all in all fairly dissatisfying.  Took a bite of the chicken parm and by contrast, it was lovely.  Moist chicken, good sauciness and enough cheese.  I left the eggplant and packed the chicken to go.

I'm pretty sure we didn't cross (m)any inappropriate lines during lunch.  A bonus.  However No one got a thank you note afterwards and for me, that is automatic failure.  Harsh, but if you don't have the sense to do that how can I count on you to have sense for really important things?  Like picking weird lunch places or wearing chihuahua socks.  At any rate, it's a no-go.

Oh snap! almost forgot the best part.  My lunch was such a dismal non event when I got back to the office I scrounged up a plate of left over BBQ from Lulings and a mini pecan pie.  The second lunch was manna from heaven.  Thank you Mr. Jeebus!