Okay, that’s not entirely true. I have eaten baby octopi, but in my defense, I had no idea they’d actually be baby octopi, look like they did, or come with my seaweed salad. I should have sent it back the moment I realized the horror, but didn’t want to be rude, and it almost killed me.
I came close to hurling at least half a dozen times that day. True fact. Continue reading →
These days, I am consistently amazed by the kindness of so-called strangers.
Particularly, strangers of the food blogging-kind.
United together over the commonality of whirring food processors, natural light, clicking keyboards and all things food, we solitarily create away, often unawares that there’s a whole brother and sisterhood of people out there just like us.
The word “community” gets tossed around a lot in the blog and foodie-spheres and as much as I consider myself an eternal realistic optimist, I’ve also managed to rub up against some cynicism that’s stuck to me like a barnacle on the tail of a whale. Continue reading →
I have a terrible habit of waiting too long to eat. Usually by the time I do, I’m pouring ketchup on my shoe.
When I do that, things tend to go down like this:
I notice I’m hungry, but too engrossed (okay, obsessed) in whatever it is I’m doing and forget. Yup. Forget.
I notice that I’m really hungry and think for a moment this time that I should do something about it but — much like a squirrel — I get distracted and then forget. Some more. But — unlike a squirrel — I don’t go get me some nuts. Continue reading →
First and foremost, thank you to all who responded to my last post (and giveaway) so far!
All your thank you entries were so touching, and I am so glad that you decided to share them. I know that those you chose to thank, absolutely, positively had their days made.
Speaking of giveaways, it’s now officially underway! Don’t forget — if you are interested in entering — to make sure to do so no later than 11:59pm PST on Monday, October 8, 2012. Don’t want you to miss out!
This past weekend, the honey and I hightailed it to Seattle for a movie night and super-dinner get-together over my brother Niko’s house.
Replete with the best of friends — Sarah and Jon — we celebrated over salmon, mashed potatoes, caprese salad and wine and finished it all off with the best chocolate cupcakes ever (you rock, Sarah)!
I don’t have a picture of them ’cause they’re in my tummy.
We shaked our bon-bon, had a dance off, repeatedly tried not to accidentally step on the cat, and sang a very loud, out-of-tune rendition of “Happy Birthday to You” to Jon. Baring the early birthday tune, pretty much “the usual” for us. Continue reading →
We hold our breath, afraid that if we blink a few too many times — due to the what-the-what-is-that?! blinding orb in the sky — we might miss it.
It arrives crazy-fashionably late, like a flaxen-haired princess on the back of a chariot. All too soon, her ride turns the corner and we find ourselves holding a half-eaten corn dog and nothing but a faint, Vitamin-D memory of her. Continue reading →
It’s the day of the week when the Lawn People come to tend to my apartment complex’s green stuff.
They descend upon it like a swarm of weed-whacking locusts and hang out from 8:00am – 3:00pm to drive me nuts, and make me want to go jiu jitsu on the next nearest living thing.
They add to the already omnipresent noise of yowling little toddler residents, and the frenzied “Go potty, come on, go potty, go potty…don’t eat that!” of dog-crazy people waiting for their dogs to poop just below my kitchen window.
I know that the Lawn People are here to at least make things pretty for me, but it all just makes me want to go ballistic. Continue reading →
You’ve waited long enough, so let’s get right to ’em!
10. Your most-used items all within arms’ reach. This includes your spices, oils, and go-to utensils that you find yourself using all the time. ‘Cause, let’s face it, you don’t want to be digging through a cluttered drawer in the middle of flipping pancakes.
If any of you have ever been to Seattle, you may have heard it talked about in not-so-subtle-ways when asking locals if they knew of any good, cheap-eats sandwich places ’round here.
Now, those in-the-know will mention Paseo. And inevitably, the reactions to the mention of Paseo will most certainly go something like this:
“Oh, my god, their Cuban Roast sandwich is amazing!”
“Holy, f___ s___, isn’t their roasted pork sandwich f___ amazing?!”
And, yes, I know I am repeating myself, but people tend to do that when talking about Paseo’s Cuban Roast sandwich. I have seen otherwise mellower-than-snail-persons practically lose their bleepin’ minds talking about this sandwich. It’s that freakin’ good. Continue reading →