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Marty’s off to New York for a couple of days and, as H.o.p. was going to be missing him, Marty prepared yesterday a big pot of red beans that would simmer and simmer and simmer and be prime eating by the time Marty was doing the sound check for his gig. So while Marty [...]

Shorty’s has great pizza.  And Key Lime pie.  I know because we went out there tonight to see King Johnson.  That link is to their myspace page where they have some songs up off the 2005 album that Marty mixed.  Great fun, funky band. This was one of  of their two reunion shows. I love [...]

There we are driving down Boulevard on our way to get ice cream for H.o.p. and I see a pint-size purple restaurant with a couple of tables outside and customers headed inside and big letters proclaiming honest to god New Orleans PO’BOYS!
Marty had already proposed eating out, which I’d nixed, though we were all starved [...]

Indeed, Virginia, You Can Nail Jello To A Wall

Originally uploaded by idyllopus.

AKA “Jello Christ”.
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Which is how art works. First Stelarc makes an art installation of himself, hanging himself from hooks, appending an ear to [...]

Making a Jello Man was harder than H.o.p. thought it would be.

Those are the two shots I was able to capture before H.o.p., hysterically laughing, doubled over on the floor and that was that. Was time to step in and make sure we didn’t end up with jello all over the rug.
Well, we’ve [...]

You know those pot stickers from Publix that your child is insanely crazy about, which make your closet-sized kitchen stink like boiled cabbage for hours after you’ve microwaved them? Well they work a potent magic in the child’s intestines as well. So if that child slides up next to you with a sly [...]

Just finished eating a banana popsicle in honor of the one banana popsicle I had as a child. It wasn’t the same and I don’t think the cause is solely the intervening years and faulty memory.
When I was little and the ice cream man came around in Richland, I’d a friend who [...]

Rexroth’s Daughter of Dharma Bums posted yesterday Memory Lane #17710 on the summer she worked for the parents of a now former sister-in-law, those parents caterers and survivors of Auschwitz. A poignant post.
She mentioned in the post the Tassajara bread book. Back when I didn’t mind cooking, I used the Tassajara bread [...]

H.o.p. right now is excited about any movie that comes out, as long as it’s not frightening.
He wants to see that movie “…about mermaids! There’s going to be a movie about a mermaid! I’ve never seen a mermaid!”
Then when there was the commercial for the horror film about mutants from the Manhattan Project [...]

You see, I typed into a search in Gourmet Foods (at Amazon) the search term “European” just to see what might come up, rather than, y’know, buying everyone Xmas steaks (haha) or something like that.
The truffles came up. Too expensive.
Next page was this gourmet European item.
10 ounces of Dole European Salad in a [...]