Tacos are all well and good, but two or three times a week, when dessert time rolls around, the spinster aunt yearns for a sublime, tiny overpriced morsel of brie, grilled scallops, morels, and about two sticks of butter. The brie “lasagne” at Jeffrey’s on West Lynn is indeed microscopic, but so redolent with gross […]
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She also got us hot dogs afterwards at a place with a giant hot dog painted on the wall. The hot dog was floating in Lake Michigan off shore from Chicago. Fire-engine boats were using their hoses to launch mustard and ketchup onto […]
Footnote to blaming greatness: the impending what-about-the-men section
Published April 2nd, 2007 in Dear god what about the men?, Blogulation and Morsel Institute. 499 CommentsStingray’s garish lunch. P. Terry’s Burger Stand, S. Lamar, March 2007.
I’ve been threatening for some time now to inaugurate a “Dear God, What About the Men?” section in the FAQ. I envision it as required reading for callow dudely proto-blamers, with the impossible-but-I-can-dream-can’t-I goal of keepin’em out of the comments section until they get a […]
Blaming-lite, Texas edition
Published March 30th, 2007 in The State-Owned Uterus, Morsel Institute and Austin. 27 CommentsAs you can see, it’s headed right for me.
I know. I recently intimated that once I’d returned from my tarriance in North Texas I would resume posting substantive radical feminist/science fiction critiques of contemporary civilization. Inconveniently, it turns out that it’s thunderstorming today, so I can’t possibly embark on any endeavor more intellectually strenuous than […]
Public meatloaves of Austin, now, sadly, with Garrison Keillor
Published March 15th, 2007 in Keep your bias off my gender, Morsel Institute and Austin. 108 CommentsSomewhat better than lutefisk: the loaf of meat at a new joint on South Congress called, I am sorry to say, The Woodland. It is the sort of place that sells plates of “comfort food” for $12, has a fake tree growing in the middle of the room, and alludes to whipped potatoes as […]
Over 1,000,000 served
Published February 23rd, 2007 in Godbagism, Announcements, Morsel Institute and Austin. 37 CommentsChile con queso con rajas at El Chile in East Austin. Departing somewhat from the standard Velveeta model, the queso at El Chile appears to contain, in part, queso.
It was one of those momentous moments that, had anyone been conscious when it ensued, would not soon have been forgotten. I allude to the stately occasion […]
I cannot explain the longing for smoked meat on a styrofoam plate that occasionally overtakes me. Rib plate with slaw and beans ($8.73) at Jim Bob’s, February 2007.
West of Austin, on a scrubby stretch of Highway 71 that connects one zillion-dollar subdivision of McTuscan villas to the next, is the dilapidated, corndoggily cow-pokey, caliche-dust-covered shack […]
Stately, plump Twisty Faster came from the refrigerator, bearing a bowl of grapefruit upon which a spoon and her eyes lay crossed.
The material specialties of Texas are abundant (and often vulgar), but few Lone Star commodities can compare with the Rio Star grapefruit. It is considered the finest grapefruit in the known universe. The ruby […]
Speculative fiction
Published February 14th, 2007 in Godbagism, Mass Media and Morsel Institute. 41 CommentsStingray applies liquid sunbeams to a pork tenderloin taco at the indispensable TacoDeli, which taco stand is the principal force in a spinster aunt’s being.
There are gaps in my intelligence on the recent Amanda Marcotte/Shakes Sis/psychotic godbag/American Political Machine episode. I am not in possession of all the facts. For instance, was there a train? […]
Sunday blame-up: the week in woman-hating
Published February 11th, 2007 in Men Hate You, Mass Media and Morsel Institute. 55 CommentsChile con queso: one of the few gloppy pleasures left to me.
There’s such a great, reeking snotglob of misogyny writhing and pulsating in my inbox right now I’m not sure I can contain it; it could blow any second.
I first knew something was awry when, as I sauntered gaily into my office this morning with […]
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