When I was a teenager, my mother’s father, Alex, married a woman named Carmen and moved to his new wife’s hometown of Caracas, Venezuela. My family went to visit them, and Grandpa Alex, a Jewish New Yorker, had clearly found his niche. He took us all over the city on foot—in his late 70s, he […]
So, Matthew, how’s the book going? Fine, thanks for asking. As you can probably tell, I don’t want to talk about it much until it’s done. I’d rather not wear out its welcome before it’s actually, y’know, published. But I do have to mention this. My friends and former Seattleites Anita and Cameron over at Married with […]
Does anyone else remember this from Saturday morning cartoons? What the hell were they talking about?
Iris and I were eating waffles when my second waffle popped out of the toaster. Me: Excuse me a minute, I hear my waffle calling me from the kitchen. Iris, in a squeaky voice: “Who’s toasting me?”
I went to the University District Farmers Market and came home with two choice porky specimens. The first was bacon from Wooly Pigs, a local producer of extremely high-quality pork from strange-looking Mangalitsa hogs [edit: not yet; see the owner’s comment below]. They had free bacon samples cooking in an electric skillet, and the proprietor practically […]