When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. When you watch Game of Thrones, you should eat and drink.
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TGIF!
Life is short, eat good burgers. ~a slogan on one of my many t-shirts In case you forgot, I love bacon cheeseburgers. I love them so much, that I dedicated the entire month of December 2018 to the quest of finding the best one in San Antonio. You remember, Decemburger, right? If not, here is a little Elda Eats history… I’ve Always Loved a Good Burger For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved burgers. I didn’t get them a whole lot when I was a kid, but when I did, it was a real treat! I always looked forward to putting my hands around a nice, big juicy…
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The Sequence of Goodness
“Until death, it is all life.” ~Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote The best thing I ate last week wasn’t actually anything I ate. Scratch that. What I mean is that, what I am choosing to write about isn’t going to be about food. I’m going to write about something I drank. Or something having to do with something I drank, and the lesson that followed. The Best Things When I decided to start this blog, I decided to create a category on my website that would force me to write every week. Choosing to write about the best thing I ate every week seemed like a good idea. It—the…
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The World is My Lobster…
“Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!” ~Alexander Pope I love Boston. I first visited in 1994, on my own, to see a Boston Bruins game in old Boston Garden before they tore it down. (Yes, I have already blogged about this a bit…) I also ended up seeing a Celtics game during that trip, too, but my trips to Boston are all about hockey—or more specifically, my Bruins. Oh, and the lobster and clam chowder, too. Luxurious lobster nights, as usual… This trip was a quick one but before we even landed I knew that the best thing I would eat that week would be eaten in Boston. Our…
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Kiss Me, I’m Irish
May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light. May good luck pursue you each morning and night. ~Irish Blessing It’s a little known fact, but I do have some Irish blood on the Martinez side of the family. Like many other Americans, one of my ancestors married an Irish immigrant. As a baby, Susanna Adams left Ireland with her father—I believe the story is, and many years later, married Felipe Martinez, my great-great grandfather. This marriage gave my family an Irish immigrant story, and it likely gave my grandfather light colored hair and a lighter skin complexion than some others in his hometown of San Ygnacio, Texas. It…
