I’m trying to live an active life. For a food blogger, that means being in the kitchen creating great meals or out trying new places looking for great meals. Lately though, it’s starting to look like I should spend more time on the couch, because I have been missing some good stuff on the intarwebs.
Recently our fellow Memphis blogger, Stacey Greenberg began leaving really nice comments on our blog. For a while now, we have been checking out her dining blog, Dining with Monkeys, to see what places she and her crew visit. We also check her more-family / less-food blog, Fertile Ground. This blog is named for her parenting zine, Fertile Ground Zine.
Just the other day, I told Mama Squirrel, “Stacey left us another nice comment.”
Mama just said, “hmmm”, and started flipping through a magazine.
“Cool!” Mama had just handed me the latest issue of Memphis Magazine open to the profile of Stacey, the kids, and her blog and zine.
I was really impressed. It’s cool to see someone so nice be recognized for their work. Then somehow I finally came across her other blog, Chop Fayn, in which she chronicles the fantastic meals her husband, Warren, makes. There is prime rib, and grilled turkey, and beautiful sushi rolls. I was starting to get jealous. It got really bad when I noticed a few choice quotes.
Someday I’ll have to dig up and scan pictures of the goat he killed and cooked underground in Cameroon for our Christmas 1995 Feast.
The first time I had falafel was the summer that my friend, Hope, and I went to Israel to work on a Kibbutz.
That did it. I decided the challenge was on. I could point out that the first time I had armadillo was on an island in Guatemala. However, folks would just say, “yes, Papa, but sane people eat falafel.” Still, I was ready to throw down the gauntlet.
Then I noticed one more quote.
I had roller derby practice….
Roller derby is tough stuff. I guess I had better be nice to Stacey, um, Ms. Greenberg. She is nice after all. Plus I’m hoping to get some of those recipes.