My candles say "When's Thanksgiving?"
My Sunday fix at the Farmer’s Market
Things done on Sunday: rode bike after a 4-month hiatus, contemplated a job offer in San Diego, shopped around for a new vacuum cleaner that doesn't blow but sucks and fulfill my Scotch egg addiction.The bicycle ride was combined with a trip to the Hillcrest Farmer's Market. Aside from nearly falling off my bike in... Continue Reading →
Interesting read for the food critic in all of us
This morning's Los Angeles Times Web site features an interesting article on how restaurant critics are starting to come out of the woodwork in either the traditional newspapers or blogs with their identity being revealed usually as a matter of trust. The article also mentions fellow Los Angeles food blogger Sarah of The Delicious Life.This... Continue Reading →
Real men eat cream puffs (and say it too)
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 →
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 →
My Burning Kitchen... on the road 