This post inspired me to make some beans.
It’s been my tradition for several years to have the first meal of the new year at a diner. If I’m in STL it’s usually this one, and this meal.
If you’d like to listen to one of the greatest orchestras in the world play its New Year’s Eve concert with an all-surprise program, here you go. 7:30 Central Time.
I don’t wish to ruin Christmas, but I’m scanning in a handwritten recipe book passed down through my family and there’s a recipe for something called “Yam-brosia”. It contains sweet potatoes, bananas, coconut and worcestershire sauce.
Things that would feel too on the nose if they appeared as a movie metaphor, but that literally exist in my parents’ shed.
My other kid: “Dad, who’s the best at soccer?”
Me: “Well, right now Argentina is the best.”
Him: “But I’m the best.”
My kid walked in and saw ARG 3 – FRA 2 and said “Oh, Arkansas (pronounced “Argansaw”) has 3 and France has 2!”.