I like pretty pictures.
If the pictures happen to be about food or home decor – all the better.
This past Christmas a new pal gave me a really great book called Edible Selby. Although I didn’t know it was great until now. I don’t deserve new friends. Don’t tell my old friends.
This past weekend I was reading the New York Times and found an article by the same author about a taco stand in California. This is why I love the Times. You may read it for the late breaking political and social news. I read it for its taco coverage.
Todd Selby is an artist, an author, a humorist and more. I have been reading his book all weekend.
It’s not a cookbook. It’s a book about cooks and cooking and food.
14 Apr 2013 Leave a Comment
I like pretty pictures.
24 Jan 2013 2 Comments
I asked my boy last night what I should write about on my blog
since I’ve promised to not slack off so much.
He said,”you should always write about Lexi.”
Then he spent the next 10 minutes going through all her amazing qualities:
She’s beautiful. She’s clean. She’s purrrrry. She’s his. Blah Blah Blah.
I asked him to go take a picture of his perfect cat.
And he did. And the picture is perfect too.
Now I’m annoyed.
And jealous. I think/know/am sure that he may love her more than me.
Look at her smug face. She knows it too.
And she’s accomplished something I thought could never happen.
I’ve written a cat post.
20 Nov 2012 1 Comment
I say this in my house once or 12 times a week. You don’t like dinner? You’ll be fine. Lunch isn’t up your ally? No worries, stick around for a few hours and another meal will appear. Why? Because we live in the first world, because food is over abundant and available 24/7 to us, and mostly because we’re lucky as shit – if you don’t like your food, get over it.
This past week there was a lot of buzz around a New York Times food review that tore apart a TV Chef owned restaurant in NYC. The entire article was written in questions. At first, I loved the article. I laughed. I thought it was clever and sarcastic and biting. And then I reread it a few days ago because it’s been on my mind. I was wrong. I don’t like the article at all. I know it’s a review, I get that. And I’m all for honesty in journalism. But this wasn’t that. This was written by a man-boy who basically had a hissy fit because he didn’t like the food. He scorched the concept, the people, the food, the location – everything. It was an all out teenage tantrum wrapped in sardonic writing, and he seemed very happy with himself.
I’m not sure why this is bothering me and I’ve never been to the place that was reviewed. I believe it wasn’t/isn’t great. And I’m sure there were truths to what the writer said in the article. But please, calm down dude, it’s not your last meal.
Here’s the article I’m talking about.
13 Nov 2012 12 Comments
There are literally thousands of blogs out there. Maybe millions. Topics include politics, religion, love, family, you name it and there’s a blog about it.
Bloggers write for many different reasons. Some write to vent or complain. Others write to educate or entertain. Still others write as a form of connection to the world. When people ask me (all 5 of you) why I write, I never have a clean answer. I dunno. Maybe I feel the need to over communicate. Maybe I’m a frustrated English grad. Or maybe I just needed a hobby, and I’m certainly not jogging. Those same people then tell me how they could never write a blog, what would they write about? Why would anyone care? They probably won’t. But who cares!
Here’s why I blog.
This is what I saw when I stopped at a light yesterday. What do I do with this picture? I blog it.
11 Jun 2012 6 Comments
My kids are done with school. I now have a 3rd grader and a freshman in high school. Excuse me while I go cry in a corner.
How did these two babies
turn into mini people…sob sob sob