By Harold Overconsumption. It’s not a real word. And even if it were, it’s not one you’d hear out of my mouth. It implies too much consumption, as if there were such a thing. Consumption, let me remind you, is…
Author: Mike Mitchelson
Grilled swordfish. Oh yeah.
By Lewis Lookie there. Them’s slabs of swordfish I bought at Coastal a while back. Again, I’m late with the post. Can’t remember the last time I cooked swordfish. Nice stuff. But not that pretty steak you’d have on your…
Yawn…(burp)…
Goodness! This last issue (the day job) was a doozie. Following around restaurant developers on their latest project. Diving into immigration debate. Other fun topics. No time for blogging. But I’m coming around now after a couple nights decent sleep…
Roast lamb for the later Easter
Well friends, this here blog is supposed to offer some culinary experiences in my own kitchen, and I’ve been negligent to post ‘em. I’ve taken plenty of photos and wrote plenty of notes, but hell. Never seem to find the…
And the save goes to…I Nonni
It was last Saturday, yes, last Saturday, that I went, finally, to I Nonni. Long bally-hooed as the top Italian joint in the Twin Cities—or the state, I’d never been there, despite it bening about 4 miles south of my…
Warm weather dining (finally)
Yep. We at The Bloated Belly have been lazy. Well, no, check that. Burned out is the phrase, recovering from conference season for us food fucks. So, it was a little more than a week ago that I finally started…
For dessert, eye candy
As you might have noticed, The Bloated Belly staff slacked off for a bit. Like a good laxative, Harold returns us to regularity. — Lewis It’s Friday, the sun is shining, and our thoughts, naturally, turn to beer swilling and…
A Rebours: Yeah, it’s still got it
My crappy mood continuing last Friday—along with everyone else at the office, after everyone’s annual review during the week, then a company meeting to reinforce our direction (i.e. keep driving ad sales, editorial content is secondary), I felt like blowing…
Maverick behavior
When you’re low, sometimes it’s all about returning to the familiar. A favorite movie, a worn out pair of pants, copious amounts of booze, an ex-lover’s bed. Or all of the above? But when you’re at work and that beaten-down…
Breaking the seal
Look who crawled out of the gutter! Harold returns.—Lewis It’s been awhile since my last post. I’ve been in something of a late winter funk, more cynical than usual (as if that’s possible), and generally feeling less than creative. Maybe…