Fried Macaroni

Although this is called "Fried Macaroni" on the Chip Shop menu, it is actually fried macaroni and cheese. I know, just when you think it can't get any more artery-clogging. I'm almost embarrassed to add that not only did we have the fried macaroni, we also had a plate of french fries...I mean "chips." All washed down with a Shipyard pumpkin ale. Some days, you just have to give into the grease. Anyway, the fried macaroni was good. Damn good. Too good. This must not be eaten more than twice a year. Well, maybe three! I mean, how can you resist this fried, oozy, cheesey-goodness? Umm...don't answer that.

Megnut is making my mouth water with her recipe for Grilled Cheese and Apple Sandwiches.

My favorite grilled cheese was made with big, thick slices of Ceres Street Bakery tomato basil bread and Cabot cheddar. Mmmmm.

Creamy French Things

Seafood crepes. My friend Celeste had an all girls' dinner at her house last night and that's what she made. And they were A-MAZING. I think they contained salmon, crab, shrimp, celery, waterchestnuts and bechemal sauce. That bechemal sauce is the bomb. Here's a recipe. It was difficult to decide which was tastier, the food or her 21 year old plaything who came over and took off his shirt. Criminy what a night.

The night before I had a meal at my aunt and uncle's that was french style: good bread, some roquefort cheese, some apples, and carrots with creme fraiche. When they were living in Paris last year, they said those Frenchies just put creme fraiche on everything. Who knew? I could think of a few things to put creme fraiche on.

Spinach and ricotta ravioli from Citarella, half a Pom Cherry and one of G's homemade Snickerdoodles (scroll down). He put them in a newly emptied Lavazza can, which gave them a slight coffee essence. YUM!

It's that time of year again when one of my favorite beverages hits the shelves: Pumpkin Ale! I picked up some Blue Moon Pumpkin Ale last night, and unfortunately it sucked. The spicy-pumpkin-y flavor was totally fake, like a "pumpkin ale" spice packet had been empited into the beer. And no wonder, the damn stuff is made by Coors! Last time I buy that junk. Hopefully I'll be meeting up with Kerry at Heartland Brewery this week for a Smiling Pumpkin Ale, which never disappoints. And with a plate of their obscene onion rings...pub food heaven!