Food, cooking, eating
I get cravings sometimes. Sometimes I think, yes, crispy, blackened, spicy, that’s what I want. Sometimes I think of the once portly Paul Prudhomme and how he seemed to start his recipes with a pound of butter, hence the irresistible deliciousness. Sometimes, I get it in my head that I can replicate the luscious, spicy …
It probably would have gone better for them if I’d called first. Then, I’d have had a date with the education coordinator and the two desk people and the nice guy who feeds the fish wouldn’t have been put on the spot like that. But since I hadn’t called, it was more of a spot …
From where I sit, there are only a handful of walkable restaurants – the Waffle House, a PF Changs, something called Maggiano’s, a fancy-ish place called the Palms, a Chipotle, something else called Via! and a Mitchell’s Fish Market. I was hungry, we’re in Tampa, it’s coastal. We went with Mitchell’s. No surprises there. Mitchell’s …
Last weekend we were talking with a Hawaiian friend from Honolulu who revealed to use this shocking fact: He had never visited the shrimp trucks on the road to Oahu’s north shore. “How could this BE?!” we cried, while remembering the sound advice of “Peel, Suck, and Eat” as provided by that big yellow truck, …
It was gray and a bit blowy, but plenty of people filled the streets in Issaquah for the annual Salmon Days festival. Our uke club was invited to play for the second year in a row, six enthusiastic players (you see five on the stage, one of our guys had to run off) played a …
There’s a bit of a bite in the air after about 6pm. The sun is lower in the sky and, heaven help us, the heat goes on for a bit in the mornings. The overnight temperatures are low – they dropped into the 40s and last week I spent a few days wearing a hat, …