The first-ever patriarchy-blaming open thread appears to have enjoyed some measure of success, possibly because of the focus on restaurants with funny names, such as Pho Well Hung, and on commercial potato products with funny names, such as Tater Tots.
Some of the non-Americans wondered what a Tater Tot is. That was funny, too. The Twisty Bungalow is a Tater-Tot-free zone, and has been for many years, but, like corny dogs and Frito pie, O they are a part of me still. Specifically, this part here, the third pucker from the left on my right glute.
Pictured above is the plate of assorted salads (squid, curried crab, fusilli with olives and fresh mozzarella, gazpacho) I ate for dinner last night while idly wishing that someone would come bursting through the door with a Tater Tot intervention.
There are those who would question the sanity of attempting a gazpacho in the middle of winter, a time when all edible tomatoes traditionally go yachting in the South Pacific. Flame me if you must, but I compensate for their absence by adding to the regular gazpacho recipe a puree of mediocre winter plum tomatoes that have been halved, tossed in olive oil and salt and pepper, and roasted in a slow oven for a couple of hours, thus concentrating their tomessence.