Beautiful Spring Morning
It's been too long since our last food-inspired rap and it's not because I haven't been swilling booze and stuffing my face. I just haven't felt too sociable lately because as you can see below that winter terrorist, Jack Frost blasted us once again with his favorite torture tools, snow, ice, and freezing rain. Oh yeah, he's a trickster that one. Last week we were fooled into thinking he was finally out of here because Spring had officially arrived to kick Jack Frost's cold-ass back to his temporary afterlife. The snow was melting and sun was out and I could smell the earth for the first time in months. I actually went outside longer than for a few minutes. But noooo, Jack Frost and his sick sense of humor doesn't go away quietly without one last sucker punch to wimpy Springtime's gut. Sort of like when someone stealthily enters a room and lays a giant, smelly fart and then leaves the same way.
|Here he comes|
We did manage to go out and have some fun and dine on great food at Marx Fusion Bistro in beautiful downtown Stillwater, Minnesota.
|House made bread with olive oil and balsamic vinegar|
|Penne with homemade spicy Italian sausage served steaming hot|
|And of course, the main event|
May you roast in hell Jack Frost,