Archive for the ‘Food’ Category

Kickin’ it in Nashville for NACA

February 24, 2009


I have missed you so much. I’ve been everywhere under the sun. I can’t say that I spent too much time in each place but I at least passed through.

I drove to Nasvhille, TN, Di! Yeah. I was there for the National NACA Convention.

What is that? I’ve told you so many times. But it goes in one ear and out the other. NACA stands for National Association for Campus Activities. Basically it’s a trade show of entertainment where college students are the consumers and the product we are selling is…ourselves. I know that sounds creepy when you say it like that, Di. 

But sometimes you have to see it to understand it. A description only takes you so far. For instance, Captain Planet:

A group of 5 children who really care about the environment, wear matching rings, nickname themselves after all the elements (and invent a fifth element called “heart”…) and when they all get together, they conjure up a blue man. 


Captain Planet and the "Planeteers."

Captain Planet and the "Planeteers."



It’s all about perspective, Di.

So I got to meet all these cool kids. (Hello, Alesha, Brittany, Kevin, Troy, JD, Ian, and Stephanie!) They listened to my jams on an ipod, they saw vids of my music on a laptop, we gave away tons of free stuff, and some of them decided to book me at their school. Amanda Duncan and Anthony Fiumano were there too. We all went under the booking company Hey Cole Presents. Look! Here’s a pic of our booth!


Our Booth.

Our Booth.



In our travels, we knew we’d be passing through certain areas, namely the fried chicken capital of the world, aka, the south. We also passed by a tattoo joint called Icon. Now I had no agenda besides NACA during our trip, but Cole from Hey Cole Presents decided she wanted a tattoo. I took some extensive video which I may edit down to show you but until then, here are a couple of choice pics of the event.


Tattoo City: Population: Cole

Tattoo City: Population: Cole

Meet the Mayor of Tattoo Town: Cole Tattooman.


Likewise, Amanda Duncan learned of one of the best friend chicken places in the country. It’s called the Loveless Cafe. It used to be a motel but years ago, it was converted into the cafe as it now stands. There is one thing about this place that we knew we wanted to see and that was the Biscuit Lady, Carol Fay. 

(watch for her at around 2:08)

Unfortunately, Carol Fay had gone home for the day by the time we made it there, but we still had some great food served by our lovely waitress Melody. She even hooked us up with some biscuits to take on the road!

I had a great time, Di. BUT we also ate at a place called Huddle House.


Huddle House (better lit than ours)

Huddle House (better lit than ours)



Most people from the south, I’d imagine, would probably tell you not to go there, but we were just a bunch of northerners in a Jeep so we had no way of knowing the HORROR of Huddle House. Take this warning as seriously as possible. DO NOT GO TO HUDDLE HOUSE. Unless you’re ordering a pancake and a glass of water. Everything else is a no go.

Ok, Miss Diary. I guess I’ll be on my way now. It took me a couple of days to recover from the sleepless nights of travel but I’ll be doing some more travel next week! when I go to Washington D.C. for a rally for the Music First Coalition and then to East Stroudsburg, PA to showcase at anOTHER NACA event called the Mid-Atlantic Festival. Until tomorrow, Di!

With kisses that accidentally miss the cheek and go right to the mouth,


Advice From a Stranger

November 19, 2008

My Dearest Di,
I’ve collected some information this week while we were apart… Important stuff. Life stuff. Whatever. Don’t make fun… 
I’d like to now impart this knowledge unto you. 
Don’t laugh, Di! Stop!… Just listen… 
Ok here goes.
I’d like to recommend never to eat falafel right before you sing.


Falafel in a pita.

Falafel in a pita.



Not even as a test of which foods will or will not give you indigestion. Not that I’ve tried it or anything. I just heard from this girl so I’m being a good friend in telling you that if you ever find yourself faced with that option, go ahead and turn it down.

Likewise, if you should ever come across buffalo shrimp and/or buffalo french fries, you can actually go ahead and eat them but just don’t plan on leaving your house after that.


A plate of buffalo shrimp.

A plate of buffalo shrimp.



Again, not that I’ve tried it but it’s just this girl told me about how she did. And so I’m being a good friend in telling you about the precautions you would need to take, should you find yourself faced with a plate of buffalo shrimp.

I know how you like zesty foods, Di. I’m just saying be responsible about it.

You’re welcome.

Oh! And you just reminded me. 
If you ever make a fruit smoothie, don’t blend it toooo long, because then too much air could get into it and it COULD develop this weird consistency and solidify in the cup. And then when you go to drink it, you MIGHT not be able to get it out at first.


A smoothie.

A smoothie.



And, I’ve heard, that when you try to tilt the cup back a little farther, it MIGHT all fall in your face as a unit, covering you with fruit smoothie. I’ve heard. I don’t know. The same girl tried it as I guess the one who did all that other stuff.

Don’t be an idiot, Di. OF COURSE the smoothie still tasted good!… 
Like I said. I’m just being a friend and passing on this information that came my way. From this girl. This stupid, sloppy girl. 

And you can do with it what you will.
love, jb