every bite tells a story, every dish is delish
Posted in Chicagoland, My So-Called Life on Sep 4th, 2008
So, while I was fixing the kerflooey blog-bugs, I put together a little chat - maybe not so little - on why I didn’t stick with fine dining. It’s a magical high-end world and everyone wants in, right? Well, the five-star kitchen is tempting, to be sure - but you can make that almost [...]
Posted in My So-Called Life on Aug 29th, 2008
Since I’ve already confessed one sin this week, might as well set the whole table. I like stuff. Stuff from…restaurants. And hotels. I like creamers and ashtrays and swizzle sticks.
I like coffee cups. That one, over there? It may or may not have found its way out of my [...]
Posted in Let's Eat, My So-Called Life on Apr 14th, 2008
We carpool with my daughter ’s friend Lilly. It’s just two twelve-year olds, but the morning chatter runs from amusing to why didn’t I take that codeine. When you drive to school, you are invisible. You are a pair of hands on the wheel. But you do sprout extra ears, and [...]
Posted in Chicagoland, Let's Eat, Let's Get Away on Mar 27th, 2008
Still visiting the parents, and it’s snowing. I grew up in these parts, but I’d forgotten that Chicago winter has a serious mean streak. Here, Old Man Winter will dump snow on robin’s nests. And then kick the nest.
On the plus side, the retiree overlord let us leave the condo for lunch. Werker Werker [...]
Posted in Lawrence, New Old House, Rock Chalk on Nov 7th, 2007
This is my dining room.
And you know, I’ve grown sort of fond of this “casual industrial disarray” look we have going here - broken nails on bare concrete, a tiger trap of electrical cords, the masculine touch of power tools and sawdust.
But we only have a month or so (or less, fingers crossed) to go, [...]
