On Monday night, I headed back up to my ex-neighborhood to attend Blogsgiving, a Seattle area bloggers’ fundraiser for Northwest Harvest. Prepared to drop in and flee – my usual reaction to a room full of mostly strangers – I ended up staying for a couple of hours while talking about photography, neighborhood blogging, publishing, …
Sometimes the fall sky gets so heavy in Seattle. It drops low, a big gray blanket that covers everything and drags your spirits down. We had four days of miserable weather, cold and wet and dismal. Every afternoon last week I’d wander into the kitchen around four muttering. “What the hell? Why is it so …
Ping Chow set a bottle of red wine on our table. He smiled broadly and nodded at us. “Happy Birthday!” we all said, reaching across the table to shake his 94 year old hand. Our friend N. kissed him on the cheek and Mr. Chow brightened up. “You see why my mother told him ‘No …
For some people, gravity seems an arbitrary thing. I’m not one of these people so if I gawked open mouthed at the skateboarders during the LG Action Sports events, that’s why. To see these guys – and it was the guys we were watching, though women compete too – clear the ground and rest for …
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 …
Ybor City, Tampa.