I have this thing for shrimp.
It’s not because of how they look.
They’re not particularly pretty.
And let’s face it, they look kind of alien too.
Now, not that I have anything against aliens — I’m sure they could be very nice — but I’m not quite sure putting anything on one’s plate (let alone one’s stomach) that looks like it could pilot a space ship would be such a good idea. Continue reading
It was wonderful.
Sun, sand and pounding waves, I cornered the market in strawberry daiquiris, chicken quesadillas and tortilla soup.
Ate my year’s worth of the recommended daily allowance of fish.
Practiced my bad Spanish badly.
And slept in the world largest bed (All hail to the King!) where Christopher and I never once accidentally elbowed each other in the head. Continue reading
With Fall just around the corner, Summer becomes much more important.
We in the Pacific Northwest wait for it like some wait for Christmas.
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
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