“How can a nation be great if their bread tastes like Kleenex?” Julia Child. I would have voted for Julia Child for President. Yep, even a drunk Julia sounds pretty good right now. Tweets from Mastering the Art of French Cooking. She’d sneak a meat tenderizer into the G7 Summit and bang it on the […]
I could not think of a more perfect antithesis to the DIY ethos which dominates the blogosphere than the cancer experience. Cancer treatment is a season of not being able to do much of anything yourself. Really tough for the stubbornly independent. Therewith, giant, hard-to-swallow doses of humility have become the mainstay of my treatment […]
Jazzfest is here. Mango freeze, Crawfish Monica and Crawfish bread… Last weekend my father came down to celebrate his 66th birthday and we danced in sunshine to Sting, Rod Stewart, Sweet Crude, Big Freedia, Bonnie Raitt and David Byrne. The house burned down and after three days of smoothies and bran muffins we have risen […]