o hai

Well, wuddyaknow - once again, I've lost my word, like every other blog I've ever started!

The summer is almost over, and for the first time in my life, I'm excited about this, as I should be walking a week from tomorrow!!  Since I began this blog I have done a number of things, the highlight of such things being a trip to Rochester, NY. 

Although I'm a closet veg, I had to break it for the Rochester-indigenous, misnomer of a dish - the Garbage Plate, as pictured below.

The self-proclaimed birthplace of the Garbage Plate is Nick Tahou Hots, but at this point, you can grab a plate anywhere in Roch, from a family diner to other informal burger joints that bear the name "hots."

Yes, it looks like a plate of breakfast vomit, as does most delicious soul food.  Cut up those cheeseburgers, mix them up with some roasty homefries and sweet mac salad, throw some ketchup and hot sauce on top, and you've got the most lip-lickin-est drunken slop meal for a rough 5 bones.  My only qualm lies in the fact that this plate of love is only known around Roch and its suburbs!  Until I find a silent, rich, business partner, I guess I'll be forging this dish in my Baltimore kitchen, dreaming of the monies that could be made off city folk or college kids.  Maybe I'll pitch the idea to that fried chicken joint on Charles and North?

On that note, I think there's some leftover Hawaiian pizza in the fridge thats callin my name. :)