Much has passed since last we spoke, people of Upstate New York. As the sweet nectar of Four Loco passes from our homeland, Mr. Dave has journeyed back from foreign lands. As it turns out, the Capital Region shall be blessed (or cursed) with my presence for the foreseeable future. I am starting to think that there is some sort of otherworldly connection between myself and this strange land. No matter how far circumstances fling me out upon the world at large (Deus Ex Machina) by some complicated twist of fate, I awash back onto the shores of the mighty Hudson near that lovely space where she meets the storied Mohawk.
Somethings have changed, young Giblet towers above my knee caps now. Mrs. Dave has become quite the career woman. As always, I feel that I must be a miser with my precious time. But never the less, the food and culture of my beloved home has been in the forefront of my mind. So mayhaps, again, I shall begin to share on this humble (and seemingly outdated looking) blog.
Best wishes for a festive holiday.
-Mr.Dave
Happy Turkey Day, Dave!
ReplyDeleteYou punched a hole at the bottom of that can and shot-gunned that drink, right?
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving.
Hooray! I just drank a Four raspberry lemonade!
ReplyDeletewelcome back, boy did we miss you!!! Hope you, Mrs. Dave and young giblet had a wonderful Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteWelcome back, and happy thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteYay! You're back.
ReplyDelete"Mr. Dave is missed when he leaves, but I never really believe him when he says he’s going away forever."
ReplyDeleteGlad to have ya back, Mr. Dave!!!
-Kero
Wow welcome back. You were missed. Hope you had a great holiday. MiMi
ReplyDeleteWelcome back sir. I can't believe I missed you at the P-Chops. Young Master Fussy was repeatedly grilled on if he noticed any little giblets being carted past the frozen food aisle. No luck.
ReplyDeleteHope you will consider joining me on the Tour de Hot Dog. I know it's not quite your thing. But I'm sure your enthusiasm for the sauce and the dogs will be infectious.