Well the ole factory is working this Sunday afternoon, here in South Philly. All the neighbors are cooking their Sunday Supper and it smells sooooo goood. Right now, it smells like someone is making some kind of steak and onion pie. It's a little tough to take though, since I only am able to smell it. It's like this every Sunday. A capper to the generally bad smells the rest of the week: house and car fires, the odd smell of perhaps the Delaware river, which I can only describe as being a rotting wood mixed with raw sewage smell. It's not chemical in nature, but since I can't identify the source, I try to avoid it.

Coffee.

Food from the expensive yuppie bar/restaurant next door.
It appears they are gearing up for a giant fish fry in their patio seating area today.
That place is so crappy and expensive, but it's packed with yuppies every day. Their specialty is fish and chips....these people just can't wait to give them 12 bucks for 3 tiny little pieces of fish with a handful of crappy fries.

The best part is there's a little stand 2 blocks away that sells fish and chips, 4 bucks for a gigantic mound of fish and chips and delicious to boot.

Sweet and Sour Cabbage, simmering on the stove.

Apple cake fresh outta the oven.

Kielbasa on it's way in.

AHHHH yeah.

I smell a gamey glynnis.

I need to wash my filthy carcass forthwith.

Maple syrup and the pancakes I just made (not from scratch, unfortunately).

Cigarettes. As usual.

Condoms, IPA, Goose Island, thai green curry and cum stained sheets.

I need to clean.

kearnsalot wrote:Condoms, IPA, Goose Island, thai green curry and cum stained sheets.

I need to clean.

Sounds like a helluva night.

rosemary & olive oil triscuits.