I don't eat pork...

I have a question.  

Have you been to Pubbelly on South Beach? If the answer is yes, log off…you already know. If the answer is no…welcome to heaven. There are few things I don’t eat…I was raised to eat EVERYTHING on my plate, I had no choice. Thankfully, my mother’s disdain for broccoli and cauliflower saved me from some serious arguments with the ‘rents. The one thing I haven’t had luck with is “gamey” meats. I don’t like the after taste, it’s a personal thing. However, I make exceptions when it comes to pork…I love chorizo, sausages and jamon Serrano, but DO NOT expect me to eat pork chops, pork shoulder or pork belly….err, that is until I had the pleasure of eating at Pubbelly.

This restaurant is a jem, It’s really a must-go. They offer a great range of dishes like bacon wrapped scallops and to-die-for brussel sprouts. The crispy snapper salad was gone in minutes and the wine selection is very decent. The service is great and the ambiance is better, it’s what’s known as a gastro pub. It’s a casual, loud open kitchen pub with a not-so-casual menu. Shared with a group of really fun friends, it’s sure to be a great night. Check out the link below….http://www.bubbelly.com/ Oh, did I mention the bacon brownie sundae? It sounds crazy….it’s not. Go try it, go.

“I can tell you why God did not want me to like bell peppers. It’s necessary that there is something I do not like.” – Chef Ferran Adria

...and then you see something like this

WTF FRANCE.

Cobwebs, Karma and He-Man.

Not even sure where to begin, well I suppose I could begin by dusting off the cobwebs and using a bit of Windex. It’s been months since I’ve written anything. I’d like to note that it hasn’t been due to laziness or being too busy. I hate to say I haven’t been inspired to write, but it’s the truth. There have been 1 million things to write about, bands to share with you and even a poem to 2 has floated through me but the actual pen to paper (or fingers to keys) hasn’t come to life.  Not sure why but as I write this I am happy to be doing so. I forgot how much I love expressing my thoughts in a public (7 viewer) forum, but there’s a sort of thrill in putting down your thoughts and setting them free into this world wide web of entertainment, truth, lies, and junk. Perhaps my truths add some integrity and honesty to this web-we-weave. I don’t know why I use spider metaphors; spiders are the scariest of all creatures. I’m even scared of writing that because now I feel like Karma, the bitch, is going to do me dirty and send a huge spider in my direction.

When I think of the daunting task of putting my thoughts together to sound coherent and well written, I suddenly panic and realize I am not a writer, I am not a blogger, I am simply writing a blog. What is the definition of a writer? Someone who writes. And that of a blogger? Someone who blogs. Perhaps I am a writer and a blogger… Just the way I am a citizen of Earth, a friend, a daughter, a sister and a part-time chef’s assistant. Another thought gives me hope: even though I may not be changing the world, or inspiring my readers (all 7) at least I have a real grasp of the use of words like “there”, “they’re” and “their”. That makes me feel like I’m ahead of the game and like He-Man said: “Knowing is half the battle”.

Here’s to half the battle! (I’m pretending to hold up an actual cocktail, don’t tell He-Man)

p.s I thought using a picture of a spider would be appropriate but then the thought of “googling” the word, caused cardiac arrest in my brain, mind and gag reflexes. Plus, He-Man is good looking in a weird, 80’s, bad blond bowl cut way. Well, he was cute when I was 6.