I’m adjusting to urban life by breaking this big city into little places. An urban friend once told me that neighborhoods in cities functioned a lot like small towns. I think this is a little bit true. I also have continued to explore the familiar, and that means breweries make the list. People who drink […]
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I can’t explain why I get stuck in places, but I do. I am currently, for instance, stuck in the Dallas-Fort Worth airport area, which is a little on the urban side for my comfort level. The advantage of being in an urban metropolis is transportation options abound. My new best friends are Lyft drivers […]
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Scientists warn the full effects of COVID-19 are still unknown. I got a glimpse into this insidious reality at Thanksgiving, and this is my story. Iron Chef keeps me in the culinary manner I’ve become accustomed to on this feasty holiday, orchestrating the meal from grocery shopping through drying the last dish. His proteges, Her […]
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First, gentle reader, thank you for your concern about our well-being. The Chef and I are fine, to skip right to the punchline. And now I’ll tell you a little tale. In Episode 1, we started the trip. In this episode, I was planning to focus on my ineptness at the metric system…but let’s return […]
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There is no denying that I sullied my reputation as a Forced Family Fun leader last week, when I caused my family to over-extend their skill level and their fun threshhold on cross-country skis. This week, however, I am tasting the mother’s sweet, molten hot fudge of redemption. Her Royal Highness is on extended college […]
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When we headed to the Oregon Coast for a family drive-cation, I thought we might pay proper respects to Oregon’s fabulous wine industry. Pinot Noir country should almost require its own passport and I was hurtling towards its deep, smoky purple underbelly. Unbeknownst to me, the beer world had already made a deal with the […]
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Iron Chef and I celebrated our anniversary last week in our typical fashion — we headed out to hunt for mushrooms. Morels or oysters, we didn’t care; it’s just nice to go home and saute the bounty and sip a little vino fino. The outing was lovely, the wildflowers around Podunk spectacular — but we […]
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Podunk Meets Paradise 