RF, I’m not sure how long it took them. A while, I think. I was busy inside making fruitless calls for work!
Pete, you sure no garbage pickup? They haven’t plowed our street yet so I was thinking the plow/garbage truck might come by tomorrow and kill two birds with one stone. Is that far too logical? We forgot to put out our trash last week (we are always forgetting) so we’ve got something like three weeks of trash. In fact, we have crazily started storing trash in our unused, brand-new refrigerator in the unfinished downstairs kitchen. We’re accidentally turning into hoarders eeek!
Park Slope invites disaster. From the plane crash 50 years ago, to the tornados and hailstorms and now blizzard of 2010. They always end up with the worst of it.
Perhaps god is paying it back for its heathen ways. Repent all you park slopers.
I think that appreciating wine starts with having some awareness of what tastes good to you, your own palate, which is the beginning of everything. What tastes good and why or why not. And then understanding how the flavors interact with certain foods. I don’t like red wine at room temperature. I like it colder. Not cold but I put it in the refrigerator for a little while. My brother puts an ice cube in my Pinot Grigio to make it cold. I am sure that shocks someone.
if you’re looking for a cheap evening in the old hood – definitely check out brooklyn oenology tasting room on N3rd and Wythe. kinda like the wine stores you find at vineyards. nice to chill at the little bar in there and drink a bottle of wine without the huge markups you’d get at a real bar/restaurant.
thanks jester. i’m always freaked out ordering shoes online.
haha dave – if you can’t beat em, join em! if the next brownstoner prom occurs during snowy weather, we’ll all have to make sure we don’t wear the same shoes, lest we look weird(er)
What if you put vaseline around the hole?
🙂
RF, I’m not sure how long it took them. A while, I think. I was busy inside making fruitless calls for work!
Pete, you sure no garbage pickup? They haven’t plowed our street yet so I was thinking the plow/garbage truck might come by tomorrow and kill two birds with one stone. Is that far too logical? We forgot to put out our trash last week (we are always forgetting) so we’ve got something like three weeks of trash. In fact, we have crazily started storing trash in our unused, brand-new refrigerator in the unfinished downstairs kitchen. We’re accidentally turning into hoarders eeek!
Lech, you are wrong about the wine.
stouffer’s french bread pizza goes great with a nice zinfandel
Park Slope invites disaster. From the plane crash 50 years ago, to the tornados and hailstorms and now blizzard of 2010. They always end up with the worst of it.
Perhaps god is paying it back for its heathen ways. Repent all you park slopers.
“So basically I’ll eat fire up top but not expel it down below.”
What if you put vaseline around the hole?
I think that appreciating wine starts with having some awareness of what tastes good to you, your own palate, which is the beginning of everything. What tastes good and why or why not. And then understanding how the flavors interact with certain foods. I don’t like red wine at room temperature. I like it colder. Not cold but I put it in the refrigerator for a little while. My brother puts an ice cube in my Pinot Grigio to make it cold. I am sure that shocks someone.
mopar – speaking of wine:
if you’re looking for a cheap evening in the old hood – definitely check out brooklyn oenology tasting room on N3rd and Wythe. kinda like the wine stores you find at vineyards. nice to chill at the little bar in there and drink a bottle of wine without the huge markups you’d get at a real bar/restaurant.
By Petebklyn on December 28, 2010 1:47 PM
wine tends to get very scarce when I get it home.
But I bet the whining becomes more prevalent.
thanks jester. i’m always freaked out ordering shoes online.
haha dave – if you can’t beat em, join em! if the next brownstoner prom occurs during snowy weather, we’ll all have to make sure we don’t wear the same shoes, lest we look weird(er)