I fear that I may be slapped with the P.C. warrant after this post but there are words that make me laugh, sometimes hysterically, when I hear grown men say them.Imagine this. A full red-blooded man perhaps with a cowboy swagger and even an five o'clock shadow with a deep tenor voice (I like to... Continue Reading →
Dog wars – A Labor Day battle
An opportunity to taste Hoffy dogs came to me earlier this year. Being one of never turning down hot dogs, I pounced at the opportunity. In addition to being gratis, the hot dogs were reduced fat. I immediately scoffed at the thought. Reduced fat hog dogs?? Insanity! Hot dogs should be filled with fat and... Continue Reading →
Down under (the oil) a wee bit too long
Some of the first thoughts when I think of Australia-- in my very American-influenced brain -- are the late Steve Irwin, Paul Hogan in "Crocodile Dundee," Aborigines and dingos (actually, an unhealthy obsession with dingos... but I digress). So when Bondi Bar and Kitchen (a restaurant serving Australian food) opened in downtown San Diego, I... Continue Reading →
Summertime lag (hot dog days of summer)
In lieu of Darlene posting about what she's been eating lately, here is a photo of her new propane grill. She is still recovering from her trip to Wal-Mart (aka Darwin's waiting room) to obtain said grill but plans to blog soon. In the first person.
Even in Beverly Hills they eat donuts
Questions that often haunt my thoughts when visiting Los Angeles are whether the glittery, moist people in Beverly Hills put their pants one leg at a time? Or lose socks in the dryer? Or have bad hair days? Or even, do they eat donuts?I don't have answers for the first three questions, although I question... Continue Reading →
And this is what they call death by fried food
Question: Is the Orange County fair a foodie paradise?Answer: Uh, not so much... unless it's based on pure and honest gluttony.How does one prepare for dinner at the fair? I'm half-starved after my usual late Thursday hours and the only thing eaten since lunch was a measly garden salad. The only relief is that the... Continue Reading →
A strange conversation at Comic-Con (and it’s food related)
The past few days, I actually had a few food-related conversations among talk of pop culture and, egads, comics. Possibly the strangest and most surreal was with David Arquette, you know... Courtney Cox's (of Friends) husband. Why I was in line to meet him and Paul Reubens, I really don't know. It seemed to be... Continue Reading →
San Diego Comic Con stories not told
It's too late and my feet are barking at me for standing up all day: more than nine hours in all. I should have packed a healthier lunch. Convention food is a joke and pricy. But I have not wanted a bag/purse sooo bad. It's not for sale yet.One of two Gary Baseman designed Seatbelt... Continue Reading →
The Cartoonist Cookbook — A time capsule to 1966
I didn't put much planning into this but somehow it worked out that the last few posts have been pop culture-related, starting with the Harry Potter celebration at Big Sugar Bakeshop to the Simpsons-inspired Kwik-E-Mart in Burbank.So in conjunction with the San Diego Comic-Con that will be invading my hometown this week, I'll keep up... Continue Reading →
Kwik-E-Mart transformation in Burbank
A call to my brother Friday afternoon..."Hey Warren. I'm in Burbank leaving a comic book shop on Olive Ave. I'm trying to find that 7-Eleven transformed into a Kwik-E-Mart around here. Could you message the address to my cell?""Sure. I just need to turn on my computer and it will take a few minutes but... Continue Reading →
My Burning Kitchen... on the road 