Saturday, June 14, 2008

Heather and Mark Do Buffalo/A Week in the Life, Day One

I've seen this "Week in the Life" thing on MySpace a few times now and even though MySpace is pretty much a disaster (but yes, I do have an account), I think it's a pretty cool idea. I was planning on trying it at least once during the off-season and I thought maybe this week might be a good one since it'll be ending with my trip to the draft. That way we can pretend it's on topic for a hockey blog. Here's how it works:

Aim of the Game: For one week, you are to post photographs taken during the day.

1. You must take between 6 and 8 new photographs per day.
2. Your WITL must be consecutive. No skipping days.
3. You must post your photographs at the end of that day, sometime after the last picture is taken.
4. Each photograph must have the time taken beneath and a title, with no other explanation.

I may as well admit up front that it's possible I'll break rule number one. I might occasionally break rule number three. I will certainly break rule number four. Why offer no explanation when I can use a lot of words instead? This might be really boring. It might not be. We'll see.

9:00 a.m. Home inspection. We have termites, a leaning foundation, and a roof that's near collapse. (Just kidding. The inspector said everything looked pretty good.)

11:37 a.m. Off to the Allentown Art Festival.

11:53 a.m. Heather makes the first purchase of the day. Fresh cut potato chips. Yummy. They cost six bucks but at least they gave me enough to serve a small country.

12:18 p.m. Mark decides to tackle what we've always felt must be the most disgusting foodstuff anyone has ever created: the fried Oreo. (What do you mean there's art at this festival?) I think the trepidation Mark is feeling is clear.

12:21 p.m. Yeah, that looks pretty gross.

12:25 p.m. The surprise verdict: Thumbs up!

12:28 p.m. Too bad their grammar isn't so good.

2:37 p.m. More food! Lunch at Fat Bob's. If there's one thing a southern girl knows, it's pulled pork sandwiches and this is the real deal. And the mashed potatoes are perfection - lumpy and chock-full of skin, just the way I like 'em. You can keep your Chef's and your La Nova. For me Buffalo cuisine is Fat Bob's, Hoagie Brothers (but not the one at Main Place Mall), Ted's, and the Swannie House.

4:25 p.m. Walking around the city all morning and afternoon? Not so good for the ankle. By the time we got home I was extremely hobbled and my ankle was swollen on both sides. Time to break out the ice pack.

5:15 p.m. Nap time. (Yes, that is a Star Wars pillowcase. Yes, I am thirty-years-old.)

8:54 p.m. I really pushed myself too hard because even after a good long icing and a nap my ankle was throbbing and I still couldn't put much weight on it. Time to break out the big guns: ice cream. (Wow, we really ate a lot today. I promise we did actually buy a couple of non-foodstuffs.)

9:40 p.m. The night ends with a little baseball. The Astros are one of the teams I root for - I love Lance Berkman (pictured above) and Roy Oswalt - so I was pretty excited they were on TV this weekend. Sadly, the dirty rotten Yankees triumphed. Boo! Hiss!


karen said...

I miss the Allentown Art Festival! Those fresh-cut chips look GOOD...but I'm not so sure about the deep-fried Oreos, even with the good rating from Mark. Really, what does a boy know of fried chocolate cookies? (Probably about as much as a girl knows about hockey, Karen, stop stereotyping.) Points for the Star Wars pillowcase. Negative points for not listing Duff's in your favorite Buffalo food places.

Meg said...

I too have to confess deep skepticism on the deep-fried oreo front. Then again I don't eat much in the way of fried foods so I might not really be in a position to judge.

I'm jealous you got to go to the Allentown Art Festival though. And the ice cream certainly looks fantastic.

Lee Andrew said...

"Deep Fried Oreo's"? So does the deep fried part BELONG to the Oreos?

I'm going to be deep frying tomorrow. I will be making Blueberry Dogs. What are Blueberry Dogs you ask? They are like corn dogs but instead of dipping them in cornbread batter I will be dipping them in blueberry muffin batter. Nobody must tell anybody this recipe though because I plan to become a millionaire with this new invention.

Those potato chips look awesome. I might have to make some of those too but Alton Brown showed me how to make every kind of potato EXCEPT potato chips! Argh!

Heather B. said...

Karen, I've actually never been to Duff's. I know, I'm awful. Maybe that should go on the "things to do this summer" list. (While we're here I have your stuff all ready to mail back finally. In the preparations for moving it all got boxed up and I had to dig around and find it again. I'm so sorry! Your friend is probably all healed up by now. I'm terrible!)

I tried a bite of the Oreos and they weren't awful but my bite was mostly dough. I couldn't really taste the cookie. Still, I was not inspired to eat a basket of them any time soon. They also had deep friend Twinkies but Mark was tapped out by the time we got to them. The chips were fantastic though.

Lee, you'll have to let me know how the blueberry dog goes. I'm skeptical but it's an interesting idea.

twoeightnine said...

Good to see I'm not the only one who puts ketchup on chips.

Mark B said...

The deep fried oreos were quite the enigma. After the first bite my first thought was, "Not bad, but a little odd." But I was hooked after two or three bites. The best part was how soft the oreo was after being fried, kind of like when you dip them a long time in milk.

But while I was enjoying them, my body was acting a little weird. I don't eat stuff like this a lot, so it was kind of saying, "What kind of crap are you putting into me, dude??"

amy said...

I'm not sure how I feel about the deep fried Oreo. Oreos are perfection just the way they are. Why do people feel the need to mess with perfection?

And congrats on the good home inspection!

twoeightnine said...

This is America, the only way to improve on perfection is to make deep-fried perfection.

Heather B. said...

This is America, the only way to improve on perfection is to make deep-fried perfection.

289, truer words have never been spoken. And I don't put ketchup on store bought chips but on freshly cut actually potato-y potato chips? Ketchup is a must. I was a little frustrated that I couldn't get much ketchup to the bottom half.

karen said...

Heather, mark your calendar: Friday, August 8th, probably around 3pm. DUFFS! The one on Sheridan & Millersport. You can bring my cast covers (no hurry anymore). :)

TheTick said...

THIS Southern boy was unimpressed by the food at Fat Bob's. Edible, but not up to the standards of the Carolinas. It's better than Kentucky Greg's though, I actually spat it out. I could not fathom why my co-workers continued to eat it, especially when the former chef we worked with had brought dessert.