This has turned into a summer of the patio, a renaissance faire of gin and finger foods and homemade bean pie.
This is how we ended up eating live sea urchin, in the place they call “The Bu.”
I’ve always told my son: “Love is like Salisbury steak. You don’t see it much anymore. But you know it’s still out there somewhere.”
Like watermelon, "The Princess Bride" is almost uniformly delicious.
“Free Britney!!!” I shouted at one point in the party, because I don’t want to seem old and contrary and out of touch with America.
LA never wowed me the way it wows some folks. Instead, it hooked me with a thousand little revelations.
Good food requires no apologies. Good food is second base.
Look at their smiles, the jaunty/careless way they wear a necktie. I am nothing but envious of these grads.
Yep, that’s an In-N-Out burger. Yep, I made it at home. My greatest influence as a writer? Calvin & Hobbes. Like them, my cheeky goal is to make language “a complete impediment to understanding.” You know, like Twitter. That’s why I continue to verb some nouns and noun some verbs. Soon, I also hope to … Continue reading Carpe Eat ‘Em
In a dark environment, without sun, sunflowers will turn toward each other.