on the delights of finding the perfect grapefruit

(from a photograph found in TX)

diner(s)

(Rosebud Diner, Summer St., Davis Square, Somerville, MA)

untouched offering for the office party

(an office in Cambridge, MA)

composition in calico and stainless steel

(Jamaica Plain, MA)

the hungry semiotician's dilemma

(S. Congress, Austin, TX)

a quiet corner away from the others

(Boston, MA)

supermarket-bakery cinnamon rolls ahoy!

(Mayor's Compound, West Dennis, Cape Cod, MA)

part of the process

(S. Congress St., Austin, TX)

la comida grande por una boca grande

(Boca Grande, Mass. Ave., Cambridge, MA)

la ventana de los SOCAT

(Tacos Lupita, Elm Street, Somerville, MA)

obligatory texas cliche, with salt

(Matt's Rancho Martinez in Lakewood, Dallas, TX)

pilgrim's pride

(Mayflower Poultry Co., Cambridge St., Cambridge, MA)

american pie

(Beacon Street near Washington/Kirkland (and Dial-a-Pizza), Somerville, MA)

new verbs and their application to beef

(somewhere between Ft. Worth and Dallas)

p.s.p. (public service pancakes)

Again, I feel I must do something for those who seem to be stumbling around all the wrong places looking for something they suppose I can provide. Honestly, at this rate, I think I might take a shortcut to blog greatness by specializing in the myth, lore, and love of panfried bread. That's what people love, worldwide.

Fine, folks. There are your pancakes. A picture of pancakes. A photograph of perfectly cooked, overly buttered, and utterly inviting pancakes. I am the Batter Ambassador, bringing the world closer to itself through heavy breakfast carbs. Get an eyeful!

And you're welcome.