tomato

Amazing but true...we have reached the "summer tipping point."

Summer break is about 80 days. I think that Monday or Tuesday was officially the halfway point, but since it's summer I am a bit too lazy to pull out a calendar and find out for sure.

Nonetheless, we are on the downhill slide and we still have a lot of summer stuff to do.

My blogging seems to come in bursts. In fact, I'm writing several blog posts today (June 19) and then scheduling them to post once a day so I don't clog anybody's feed reader. But that's okay. As long as I keep the crowd happy. Or indifferent.

This makes me very unhappy. There won't be any local tomatoes available for probably another month, so I suppose I will just have to do without for a while (or buy those Canadian hydroponic tomatoes--ha!).

Rock choices abound tonight, and it's a tough call.

The Crawfish Boil at Riverfront Park?

The Hives at the Wildhorse?

David Vandervelde and Ghostfinger at Exit/In?

Billy Block Presents the GrandVista Music Club at Limelight?

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You don't know what to do tonight—you never know what to do. And you don't even have $30-$105 to drop on Ute Lemper, and you probably don't have $55.50-$75.50 to plunk down on Moody Blues, but who are you kidding, you'll spend it on Jagerbombs.

It was time to get back into the kitchen last night and I wanted to do something a little special with my pizza (good pizza in Nashville is not terribly convenient for a West-sider). Claudia was kind enough to bestow upon me a few cipollini onions, which I hoped to prepare in some way with balsamic vinegar before plopping them on the pizza. I've had "balsamic marinated cipolline onions" at Memphis's tapas joint (I love to say that), Dish (no link becau

A post consisting of cute things, dedicated to Ivy, Ginger, and Kat (all of whom may need a good dose of cuteness right now).

This is my Kitty Duck. I found him in the BrewPups tent at the Tomato Art Fest. He needed to come home with me.