I think the true find during our trip to the Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia a few weeks ago was proof that butter brickle ice cream existed. For the longest time when Paul would wax poetic about that flavor, I would ask if he somehow mistakened the ice cream for say, butter pecan? He would... Continue Reading →
Just in time for the holidays, y’awl!
Paul here, giving Darlene a break today while she preps for the Thanksgiving feast we're planning for tomorrow. HA! No, that's a joke -- we did Thanksgiving last weekend. A recap to come.Some comedian made a joke once that being in a relationship with a vegetarian essentially means he's a vegetarian. Well, the sames holds... Continue Reading →
My Burning Kitchen... on the road 