Mimi’s Chengs Dumplings ( Apple pie dumpling for dessert)
“One of the few dumpling houses in NYC, if any I’ve seen that uses organic and locally sourced meats and vegetables in their dumpling along with traditional ingredients.
The unencumbered menu had the selections that count for a dumpling lover such as myself, along some you wouldn’t expect like, “buffalo chicken with home made dressing made with “Murray’s blue cheese and a “Market Veg” selection from veggie market next door consisting of, organic Cole slaw with peanut sauce.
Counter people were friendly, and knew and talked about food beyond their culinary footprint. This chef had a very cool time.
And just like that, a gang of marauding seafood forced me by Shrimp point to sit down quietly, and eat lunch. What could I do, ever get pricked by a shrimp tail dipped in hot chili oil? It tingles like the dickens, and paralysis has been known to happen in small seahorses (pinky swear).
Ok the Shrimp would have to be U/5 sized, and most likely fired from a rail gun to do any real harm, but lunch is the most important part of the day, so they say, after; breakfast, a breakfast snack, pre-lunch amuse bouche) closing with 1 or 2 IV’s of espresso for good measure.
Alright Alright I see the writing on the phone, First thing Monday I’m checking myself into Betty Crocker’s for help……after Breakfast, that is. 😉
You will be missed, but not forgotten as easily as our daily blips of news. Your sound bites became mantras to those trying to escape life’s momentous doldrums, and lulls of spirit. Of those you’ve touched in sorrowful states through nonsensical laughter. You made hopeful outlook and possibility a sensible conclusion. That even in the dark lit days of a life, laughter can illuminate the path for us, to get us through. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.
This ever happen to you? I’m walking through the parking lot of Barnes & Noble looking for my significant other, when I spy a silver Prius filled with the grill of my dreams.
My heart went all a flutter with day dreams of BBQ splendor to come. Birds in the trees sang out triumphant outdoor cooking songs of years gone by. I felt tingly and awash in Chefy happiness, until my joy filled Teary eyes of glee gazed downward, and fell upon the unfamiliar license plate of doom and sorrow. This was not the car of my love. Which meant, “This is not my grill of my dreams”
I could hear the once singing birds in the trees now screaming out in unison,”Nooooooooo!!!” Then they flew away never to be seen again.
Once inside Barnes and Nobles I had a cup a tea and grabbed a foodbook and everything was ok again. ( mostly)
Happy Egg Day Everyone!! Yes, it’s that time again of the year when we make merry with our little friend, the egg. Me? I got funky with some Flats of eggs today. Don’t bother calling all the King’s Horses and all the Kings Men, it’s too late for that. Some would say it was an actual Morning”Eggapalooza” going on. Toast and Butter were like “Hey go tell blueberry muffin and Mimosa that they are hot!!” And I’m like “whoa whoa whoa!! take it easy!!” Caligula’s chef would have blushed for sure. 😊 ( totally a true story ) 😉
Third Day slept away. Not counting going on tenth day after hiatal hernia surgery of nothing but, liquids. No crunchy, no chewy,No stringy. Not even a omg “thats too tough”. I’ve had beef broth, chicken broth, and vegetable broth. mixed a little of that broth with some of this broth with a pinch of, “who gives a rats fanny sack”, in the end it’s still just broth. Look for the next post entitled The Enchanted Porcelain Altar of Brackish(second cousin of Bacas) and ; The Never Ending Tractor beam of Doom”