Experimental cooking can be a source of deep joy--or agony--depending on how it turns out. The perfect meal shared with a good companion puts me in a deliciously good mood. But unhealthy, un-tasty, untimely meals put me in a frump. This is my quest for good foods and good moods.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Po Boy
The Po Boy, recently moved to Main Street in downtown Hopkinsville, is home to some of my favorite local food. Unfortunately, it's not the kind of food you can eat everyday and still expect to fit into your skinny jeans. (Not to worry, I don't own any skinny jeans)
While Joe's folks were here, we ordered takeout. I got my regular: a "grilled" catfish Po Boy with lettuce, tomato and hot sauce. I usually eat one half for lunch and the second for dinner.
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