Paul Newman passed away a few days ago. I really liked his Balsalmic Vinaigrette. His grub, for me, was like a gateway drug to better and more pleasant fixins.
Check it. First, you are hanging with some crunchy coeds and someone is holding some of Newman's goods. You like what you taste and are all, "these things are all-natural." I mean, have you had the "Oreo's"?
Then one day you are shopping at Hannaford and find yourself reaching for some organic green peppers in plastic wrap. The cycle has begun.
Next thing you know, you are dropping a kidney at Whole Paycheck for smoked tempeh bacon. Shortly thereafter it is off to the local farmers market for some Maine spun tomatoes.
Finally, you go off the deep end, as you are nearly torn to shreds by Farmer Psycho's wolf-hound Spot while trying to hook some grass-fed, recently fallen, organic apples.
Are you feeIin me? I digress.
Top three Paul Newman joints of all time.
1. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
2. Sting
3. Slapshot
No joke. To Paul and his family, be at peace and know that the crew at APT has a place in it's Hall of Fame for any actor willing to put his money where his heart is! Hell yeah! RIP Paul.
