I heard a coworker this morning use "irregardless" in a sentence. As in, "it'll happen irregardless of the situation." This made me cringe inside. Irregardless ain't a word...and this was the third time in two days I'd heard it used. Come on, people! After all, like Bush and Cheney, it's a double negative. The prefix ("ir-") and … Continue reading Irregardless Ain’t a Word*
Month: March 2014
The Night Wolfgang Puck Cooked Me Dinner
When I was unpacking the other day, I came across an object that serves as a physical symbol representing the moment I became a quote/unquote "foodie." It's a glass ashtray from the original Spago, Wolfgang Puck's iconic first restaurant. How it ended up in my possession is an interesting story. OK, fine. I stole it, if … Continue reading The Night Wolfgang Puck Cooked Me Dinner
A Kerfuffle of Epic Proportions
Tara and Audrey were having a conversation the other evening, and you would have thought my wife was speaking a foreign language, so alien was her speech to my daughter. She was recounting her day, and talking about how she got into a kerfuffle with one of her coworkers. When Audrey heard that, her brow … Continue reading A Kerfuffle of Epic Proportions
Beans Don’t Burn on the Grill
Whew! Glad the move is over. Though "over" is a relative term, since there are still plenty of boxes to be unpacked, pictures to be hung, and stuff to be put away. And we're not done with the townhouse yet, either: there are a lot of stragglers we need to bring over and cleaning to … Continue reading Beans Don’t Burn on the Grill
An Ode to #62
Seven years, five months and 15 days later, it's time to say goodbye. When this blog post officially hits the internet, I will be in the process of moving out of my home. The feeling is bittersweet. Change is exciting, and the opportunity to make a fresh start means cutting ties to the past and … Continue reading An Ode to #62
Let Me Sleep On It
I think I mentioned in my making-gumbo post that Tara and I were looking for a new bed. This is a necessity now that Audrey is living with us. Just a few weeks earlier, I sold her twin bed on Craigslist. We were trying to pare things down before the move and get rid of … Continue reading Let Me Sleep On It
Million Dollar Meal, Baby
Last night we had dinner with Hilary Swank. OK, the Oscar-winning actress didn't show up at Portland's top-rated restaurant Beast to dine with us specifically, but we were seated at the same communal table. She was there with her father and other family members, who apparently have connections with the local area. Hilary lived in Bellingham … Continue reading Million Dollar Meal, Baby
Even Bandleaders Get The Blues
Tara and I had a debate over bandleaders the other day. We had just gotten back home after watching American Hustle. There's a song in the movie by Duke Ellington called "Jeep's Blues," and a scene in which Christian Bales' and Amy Adams' characters commiserate over the great musician's still recent (at that time) death. The song … Continue reading Even Bandleaders Get The Blues
Roux-minations
On Sunday I decided to make a pot of gumbo for dinner. Maybe it was due to the fact that it was a cool, wet, blustery day. Or that Mardi Gras is here. Either way, I wanted to get my Inner Louisianan on. Which is weird, because I've never been south of Virginia. But I … Continue reading Roux-minations
Mark My Words 