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I miss the Seventies…

…on a regular basis and with alarming frequency

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“Where the hell are my hookers?”

For instance when I see Broadway Joe wearing his pimpin’ big mink coat. That’s when it all comes back to me — the dry look, curly perms, leisure suits, ABBA.

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Joe Willy Namath, back in Jersey and still looking mighty fly.
Photo courtesy USA Today

And then I really miss the Seventies.

If you were a drink, what would you be?

Hey Tom Brady, let’s play my favorite game!

Good times.

I love this game, which I call Conjecture, and have found that it’s especially fun to play after a few drinks, but then again what isn’t?  Really you can insert anything when starting with the question, “If you were a __________ (car/color/animal/surgical instrument/sub section of the Penal Code, etc.), what would you be?” Since I’ve got Sazeracs on the brain at the moment, I’m thinking about cocktails, and with the imminent return of my New England Patriots to the field, I’m all about football. So as we ready ourselves for the big game, I thought it might be fun to play a quick round with some of my favorite New England Patriots, but since they’re all busy practicing and I don’t know them personally, I’ll stand in.

Let’s play Jeopardy Conjecture!

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Finger Rolls: The Superbowl Party MUST

Triumph in my search for the most elusive of rolls

Certainly a finger roll, but not the one I mean. Via celticsgreen.blogspot.com.

Some of you may recall that in an earlier post I expounded on the many merits of the finger roll, not the least of which is it’s ability to absorb vast quantities of alcohol. It’s real rumble food, folks. And now that the Superbowl and all it’s bone crushing, Belichick-genius-or-madman glory is nearly here, I’ve once again taken up the quest to find finger rolls in the metropolis, where the munchkin of the bread world is about as easy to locate as a native New Yorker in Times Square.

Gold Medal Bakery's finest

And so I am thrilled to report that the good folks at the Gold Medal Bakery are still fighting the good fight and putting out these little gems. They assure me you can reliably find them at Stop & Shop grocery stores, and lo and behold there’s one a mere three miles from my house! So I called them and arranged to pick up two dozen TOMORROW which will give me plenty of time to whip up the requisite batches of ham salad and egg salad to accompany the baked beans and cole slaw for my Patriots party menu. And beer of course. I’ve been saving up my carb allocation for three weeks, my friends, and on Sunday at last beer and bread will be back on the menu. I am beside myself.

We are SO ready. Courtesy AP

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