Today I had the crazy notion that I should make tamales. This was a crazy notion for two reasons: I have never made tamales before. I'm awfully damn Caucasian. I guess I associate tamales with December because I was once married to somebody who was awfully damn Hispanic, and her family would never dream of … Continue reading All Aboard the Hot Tamale Express!
It is March, 2011. I am driving down Highway 99 in Oregon, on my way to meet a girl. Somebody I've known for a long time, but have never met in person. She's pretty cool - has a great sense of humor, likes the same music as I do, and never met a cocktail she … Continue reading Goodness Gracious
I love farmer's markets. Can't get enough of them. Seriously. There's something about seeing all that fresh produce out on display that gets my heart pumping. I'm not even sure why. It's all organic (naturally), which means, the apples have bruises, the pears are splotchy, and the carrots sometimes resemble the gnarled, warty fingers of … Continue reading Real Apples Have Bruises