Here it is again, in all its glory:

Here’s another one of Eliza’s that wasn’t featured in the article.

1.  Skate bun at Momofuku Noodle Bar.

2. Stevie at the downtown Austin farmer’s market.

3. Charcuterie plate, featuring Dai Due and Kocurek.

4. Chicken taco from Takorea. As you can see, this was my white period.

5. Sign at Father’s Office.

6. Place setting at Thomas Keller’s Bouchon.

7. Brisket closeup at Franklin Barbecue. Special thanks to those guys for linking to our post from their web site.

8. Brisket from Texas Rib Kings. As you can further see, this was my brisket period.

9. Eliza loving life at Russ & Daughters.

10. This one’s obviously more about the food than the photo: pimento cheese with sausage from Jim ‘N Nick’s BBQ, served to us up at the Big Apple BBQ courtesy of Jeff and Elizabeth.

11. Top Notch sign.

12. Eliza nibbling the goods at Luling City Market.

13. Fried Alligator at Cochon.

14. Eliza’s mom, serenaded in New Orleans.

15. Eliza braving post-blizzard NYC.

This is Eliza savoring her favorite–I’m not exaggerating–her favorite thing to eat. That’s right. More than anything else in the world, Eliza loves veggie burritos from Willy’s in Atlanta. Every time we go back, she insists on eating there twice. It’s an utter mystery to me.

It’s not that Willy’s is bad. It’s just unremarkable. In fact, aren’t all burritos unremarkable? Isn’t a burrito what you get when there’s nothing else around? Isn’t a burrito pretty much the epitome of settling? Here’s the burrito thought process: Well, I didn’t bring lunch to work and I can’t have real Mexican food because there’s nothing near here, and I shouldn’t eat a burger because it’ll put me to sleep, but I need something quick…

…I guess I’ll just get a burrito.

That’s why we get burritos, right? Because there’s nothing else. We’re certainly not excited about it. And when are forced to eat burritos, we get meat on them, right? (Preferably double meat, am I wrong?)

But perhaps on a deeper level, what’s concerning about this is what it says about me. If my wife loves veggie burritos, does she love guys who are like veggie burritos? Does she settle? (I’ve always thought of myself as more of a double cheeseburger.)

But hey, if it puts a shit-eating grin on her face, maybe eating shit isn’t such a bad thing after all.

“The prospect of a long day at the beach makes me panic. There is no harder work I can think of than taking myself off to somewhere pleasant, where I am forced to stay for hours and ‘have fun.’”

(via The Writer’s Almanac).

However, we remain at Orange Level alert. Like Homeland Security has for terrorism, we have a color-coded threat advisory scale for H1N1.

This is the door to my office. We have locked ourselves in and we aren’t opening the door for any outsiders.

If you venture out of the office, say for a bathroom break, lunch, or to check your mail, you must sanitize.

According to Gmail, Facebook, and my dry cleaner, my name is McAllister. The kids at school call me Mrs. McAllister – do you get more married than that? It just seems like such a hassle to get the copies of our marriage certificate and deal with Social Security, the DMV, the bank, American Express, Time Warner, AT&T, etc., etc.

This weekend I slipped up while ordering a burger at Mighty Fine. They asked for my name and I spelled it out as I always do: E-L-I-Z-A. But then the squirrely woman at the counter asked for my last initial. “P,” I replied automatically. Oops. Good thing Ben was there to correct me and remind me that my last name is, in fact, Price because I still haven’t changed it.

Did she really need to ask? How many Elizas could there have been in the joint? It’s not that obscure of a name these days, but it still causes plenty of fast food confusion. When Ben and I first met, a woman at an Atlanta Starbuck’s wrote “Shaliza” on my coffee cup. Ben still calls me that sometimes.

Here is my cup from my latest Atlanta Starbuck’s visit. Is my accent really that thick?

Recently, we’ve been reaping the benefits of naming our blog “Chicken Fried Everything.” According to our stats, one person who searched for “chicken fried marshmallow” ended up on our site.

This got us to thinking, how do you chicken-fry a marshmallow? If you figured it out and you’re still out there, please let us know.

I bet this lady could help:

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