Before I jump too deeply into the vegetarian pool, let me take a moment to reminisce about one of the things I liked best about living in Los Angeles: the fish taco.
I remember my first entry into that fair city, driving north on La Brea Avenue from the 10 (that’s Interstate 10 […]
Two weeks now and I am still suffering the malady I mentioned two posts ago. Neither my taste buds, nor my sense of smell, has fully returned. Thus, neither has my appetite. This has forced me to look to other avenues to sate my food-driven interests.
Luckily, I recently was given […]
My spouse has a problem.
It took me a while to realize, since everything started so innocently. I mean, as a single person, I myself always kept all-purpose flour around, so it wasn’t strange when my spouse bought an extra-large-mouthed container to house it in. The excuse? It was […]
Here it is, Day Seven of a mysterious malady that has kept me home and robbed me of my sense of taste and smell. Needless to say, I’ve barely eaten for the week. I’m beginning to fear the permanent loss of two of my treasured five senses, and the resulting torturous inability to […]
Given the placement of this post shortly after two entries on the venerable birthplace of jazz (tip o’ the hat to Mr. L. Armstrong), I find myself daydreaming of my ideal world, in which the sensorial pleasures of food and fancy footwork come together as one, so neither stomach nor soul goes empty.
As […]