Growing up as a child of the 60's I heard a lot about the civil rights movement, and particularly about those that had paid a high price for my ability to vote and be a free man. I'm a little more sensitive to that now, having a son who volunteered to protect our borders in …
Handing out the lemons…
Lemons. You really gotta love 'em. In fact, my son loves them so much he eats them like oranges. Personally, I think he's crazy, but I admit he gets his craziness from me. I end up using them a lot in cooking, and having a lemon tree in the backyard is a definite plus. One …
I am more than I am…
I had dinner with a friend of mine the other day at Bistro Boudin, a delightful place right on Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco. While the Dungeness Crab Cake sandwich was good, the Apple "Upside Down" Sourdough Bread Pudding was, in a word, orgasmic. The food, however, was not the main thing I took away …
First Stab
So, my first attempt at blogging, and I am already trying to talk myself out of it. I'm a much better listener. At least that's how I have always seen myself. I like hearing what other people have to say, and I like responding to people, but I have never been good at initiating conversation. …