The Middle Ages
When drinking gets old.
Project Me! Part 2
Me, not food. You have been warned.
In fourth grade someone got the bright idea of cutting lunch to an outrageous 15 minutes (as if going to a year-round school without a cafeteria wasn't enough--we ate at our desks and were served by mobile carts in the hall). To get the slow eaters (me) up to speed, our teachers implemented a charming little policy called "Shovel Time."
The first nine minutes would pass normally. Then as the tenth approached, Miss Stauffer (a feathered-haired gal who drove a Camaro and loved Little River Band) would yell, "Do you know what time it is?!" The class would manically shriek back, "SHOVEL TIME!!!" Talking was absolutely forbidden the final five minutes—it was a deathly silent scarf fest.
I
don't know if I've ever been the same since. But as a nod to this classy
ritual, I've adopted the humble scooping implement as my rating system's
icon. Shovel on!
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1 Shovel=Passing Fancy
2 Shovels=Puppy Love
3 Shovels=Crippling Crush
4 Shovels=Serious Stalking
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1/2 So, I grew up in the freaking coffee capital of the US (or is that Seattle? I get confused. Maybe Portland is the nation’s microbrew capital, though I swear on some horrible Food Network show I was trying not to pay attention to said that Denver had that honor) but all I drink is black drip coffee. Even though I choose to drink sucky coffee cart coffee, I can tell when coffee doesn’t suck.
Brasil Coffee House * 48-19 Vernon Blvd., Long Island City, NY
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How was the pao de queijo? Its my guilty pleasure and pretty hard to find here in NY
Posted by: driggs | November 09, 2007 at 09:10 PM
driggs: I forgot to take a photo because I got them to go. I have little pao de qeijo expertise, so I don't want to oversell the little puffs, but I rarely find fault with warm cheesey things. They're only 50-cents a pop so you're not out much except time if you hate them.
Posted by: Krista | November 10, 2007 at 01:44 AM
Thanks!
There is a pizza place in Long Island City that makes the best Pao. The area is a jumble of like numbered streets and aveneus, so hard to say where exactly it is (34 36 or is it 36 34?)
Posted by: driggs | November 10, 2007 at 04:22 PM