when i finally made it to andrew pearce’s house, i was so glad i recognized him. i had only seen him once–as the bartender of the marriot in bloomington where i stayed just once. but he smiles like nobody’s business and that’s how you know it’s andrew. he invited me in for a cup of tea to brace ourselves for the afternoon’s business–a photo shoot at a trainyard. in his kitchen i found this. . .
i was a little creeped out, but this is a project of adventure. of learning new things and this was definitely something new. if you know what it is, leave a comment.
later today, i will post the pictures from the tracks, a video of me drawing fishnets on the cutest gal in all of bloomington indiana and then . . . one more mystery facebook friend experience!
January 16th, 2011 at 8:53 pm
ummm….pickled eggs? If so, ewwww!
January 16th, 2011 at 10:08 pm
janet, you are absolutely right! andrew opened the jar, i took a whiff and had the same reaction. ewwww! but he gets free beer for life from any pub that takes his eggs. and they are made from an old english recipe. final analysis: drunk people will eat anything! sorry, andrew, you knew that was coming!