As Canadian a Breakfast as Possible…
… under the circumstances.* Yesterday marked the Opening Ceremonies of the XXI Winter Olympics in Vancouver, British Columbia, if you haven’t been paying attention. In its honor or, more correctly,...
View ArticleA Chipper Little Sunday Brunch
This is Chipper– a happy little Meyer’s Parrot who loves all the usual parroty things like seeds, grapes, playful biting, and his roommates. He squawks and bobs and has the characteristic tuft of...
View ArticleMay is Still Coffee Cake Month
Well, I was going to take another week off, but I am extremely bad with dates. I mentioned something about returning in time for Mother’s Day, so here I am. What I meant was that I would be returning...
View ArticleMmm… Popovers…
So there I was in Neiman Marcus on a Saturday afternoon looking for a bridesmaid’s dress. My friend Shannon, who hates shopping, thought it would be a grand idea to ask along the one gay man in her...
View ArticleLiberace’s Sticky Buns
Today, thanks to the magic of Twitter, I learned that the Liberace Museum in Las Vegas, Nevada is closing. All those years of visiting Sin City and I never once bothered to go to that damned museum. I...
View ArticleHappy Birthday, Mr. Buckles
Do you know who this man is? Well, I didn’t either until a couple of weeks ago. His name is Frank Buckles. He celebrated his 110th birthday on February 1st. That makes him a super-centenarian, which I...
View ArticleOn Toast
Some mornings, when I am awakened by the sound of my alarm clock or my grumbling stomach, I do what millions of others do– I crawl out of bed, head for the kitchen, and make toast. I was going to …...
View ArticleCalamity in the Kitchen
In honor of my non-relative, I've made something as straight-shooting, hardy, and boozy as a Wild West woman in leather pants: buckwheat pancakes liberally sprinkled with rye whiskey and doused with...
View ArticleKY Jelly Is My New Jam
It was not what I imagined Kentucky to taste like. Continue reading →
View ArticleÀ La Recherche du Pain Perdu.
There was nothing especially sweet about it, but then I thought, there rarely is with pain, whether it's of the French or English variety. Continue reading →
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