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Cobble this is a traditional Amish recipe for it:
http://www.amishnews.com/amisharticles/shooflypie.htm
the ones with the prosthetic limbs dont seem that bothersome really, unless they roll over your foot or block the doorway. some of you are mean hahah
*rob*
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shoofly_pie
It’s a molasses pie. The one shown above has WAY too much topping.
I’ve never had swedish beef sailor’s stew.
“i love sycamore. when are you guys going?”
winthrop, email me at carrollgardened at gmail dot com. Still in the planning stages.
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chicken, I got your email address, but I never reveal my sources. ; ) No bike license yet. I have a close work friend who lives in Park Slope who would love it if I got a bike.
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“cgar and chicken, pencil me in for Sycamore. I’ll join too, since it’s pretty much in my hood.”
Kens, goes without saying. Please.
girl models are too skinny for snappy. i remember asking her last year what her type was and she said serena.
jd is a photographer and the link was from his blog. he’s an ex-model so even in his 40’s he’s a sight himself. sigh.
Kens, I considered that a given!
I’m in for Sycamore. It’s nowhere near where I live but they serve beer & it’s on a direct subway route.
All this talk of street performers and their animals reminds me of the opening scene in one of the Pink Panther films, Clousseau is obsessed with giving a citation to a blind accordion player with a monkey (min-kee) who goes around with a cup to collect change from people. The accodion player is actually the lookout for a bank robbery which proceeds without Clousseau taking any notice, although he ends up helping one of the robbers into the getaway car. More relevant here is the accordionist’s defense as to why Clousseau should not give him a ticket for pandhandling. He explains that he is not asking for money, the monkey is.
If a chimp came up to me on the F train with a tin cup looking for spare change, I would give it to him. Years ago, on my way in to the City for my first ever law school exam (torts), there was a guy on the F train in a military uniform with a very large snake (no joke, and spare us the obvious jokes). It was not in a cage; he had its neck in one hand and the tail in the other, with the body draped around the back of his neck. I aced the exam I think in part due to how much this man and his pet got me thinking through all of the liability issues (if the snake bit another passenger, would the MTA be liable? Under what theory? Trust me, it is a good way to warm up for a 4-hour torts exam).
cgar and chicken, pencil me in for Sycamore. I’ll join too, since it’s pretty much in my hood.