Eater.com basically wants to get rid of a lot of the fluff out in the food blogging world by offering to pay bloggers $25 to shut down and post a (big yellow) notice why.

That notice?  Points back to Eater.com, of course.

I actually think this is brilliant on their part, both if it succeeds in closing down some of the excess blogs out there, AND as a publicity stunt.

If I had a food blog (um, I used to . . .) where I just posted my boring daily kitchen experiments, I’d consider it.  But this is FOR Albuquerque diners.  I want ya’ll to find the good spots, hear about the gossip, and spread the word about where to eat and where not to eat.

So, nice work, Eater, but you ain’t getting DukeCityFood.

That classic job description, spoken from the lips of a true 80’s kid.

But being processed is what we are?  The latest in one-sided movies (otherwise known as documentaries) wants to show us that we are all processed and that’s a BAD thing.

The last time I saw a person wearing their McCain “flair” (this one in the form of a t-shirt), it was when I was eating the best freaking meatloaf sandwich I have ever had.

66 Malt Shop is the place.

Go there and have root beer, or a limeade, but do order the green chile and bleu cheese burger, or this thing of beauty, the meatloaf sandwich:

I will return there again, and perhaps I won’t see that blue emblazoned t-shirt, but I will find hospitality and a darned good meal.  Thank you, Eric and Diane.  Congratulations, Obama.

A flower for my mom’s birthday, crafted with precision out of hot dairy foam by the excellent barista at Ecco Espresso & Gelato in lovely Nob Hill neighborhood in Albuquerque.

I could just have a flower, enjoy it, sip it and be done, of course, though the macchiatto was delicious.  I had to follow it up (short shelf life, ya know…) with some quickly softening and strong like it should be rum raisin gelato.  Sampling about 5 flavors like zabaglione, plum sake, ginger lime from the awesome list of choices, I finally decided on one of my old favorites, though Haagen Dazs does do a really fabulous and strong example of it.  Gelato is just much cleaner in flavor, not heavy or tongue-coating like the cream in ice cream.  I wonder if there’s a rum raisin “light” in the HD line… hmm.

Anyway, I definitely had to drink the espresso first.  Because I have my priorities, of course.  Coffee over gelato?  Actually, yes.  When its done really well, it can blow your mind.  And even if its just good, it is still comforting in a way that cold sweet things just can’t be.

Yesterday, the world and our society lost a cranky old visionary who really wanted us to wake the fuck up and realize how much power was concentrated in the hands of a few while we all just traipsed around in our lives with our gizmos and our lattes.

But that’s not about food.  So the following is, and rest in peace, George Carlin.

Why is there no blue food?

“…and don’t say blueberries, you know they’re purple!”

“Blue cheese?  No, that’s just white cheese with a bunch of MOLD in it!”