Even though I'm headed to my beloved home this weekend (and its greater tri-state area, too), I still persuaded Captain BF to bring me a plate of good old home cooking from Union Street Bar. This follows the principle of "bringin' a plate back", a practice upheld by some Southern subcultures where if ya'll decide to go over there, I'm gonna stay here and do this/watch TV/run laundry/smoke a bowl/write my paper, but bring me back a plate, okay?
Well, I discovered last week that Union Street had a heretofore undiscovered delicacy: Sweet Potato Dumplings. They are just as bad for you as they sound. They're like bread made of sweet potatoes and deep fried in what is I am absolutely telling you pork fat (in the middle of Newton, home of all good things Jewish? No! But YES!) no matter what they say. Secret number one: the cheddar cheese makes no difference. Secret number two: the "maple dipping sauce" is Mrs. Butterworth. This appetizer is Sin Itself. I intend to savor my giant taters of goodness over the next three days.
By the way, my Blog-Rollio keeps growing. I hope you silly people are checking them out. Mostly, they're my friends and are all quite clever and attractive and rich (well. clever and attractive). And worth a good read, too!
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