It’s been bitterly cold here in Seattle, more so than usual. I live a mere two and a half blocks from the supermarket, but that two and a half blocks was quite the hazardous course this afternoon. Our sidewalks are smooth with ice. The parking strips aren’t much better – what snow there is provides …
When you are in a landlocked nation, it is easy to become snobby about seafood – especially if you are from a port city. Once, I dined with a fellow immigrant to Austria (he was from Acapulco) at a seafood meal. “THIS IS NOT FISH!” we declared, a bilateral front of West Coast supremacy. “Face …
Mr. Fish Pants, seen here in his pants with fish on them, joined us at Coastal Kitchen last night for dinner. “Those eyelashes are to die for,” the waiter told me, while Mr. FP and I were taking a stroll about the place. Mr. FP is modest, mostly, and just squealed and giggled and gave …