Ramen or KD, but first, let me take a selfie. Or provide some definitions. When I say “ramen,” I’m referring to the Mr. Noodles et al dehydrated packs of near food available twelve to the dollar at Walmart – six if you splurge for the Sapporo Ichiban brand. It is marginally better. I’m not referring to the lovely, freshly-made versions I’ve never had the privilege … Continue reading Ramen or KD?
Did you know that Peter Gabriel named five of his albums, “Peter Gabriel”? I guess he hated coming up with titles too. His new stuff is good – “Playing for Time” is in my “current rotation” Spotify playlist. It’s good. But I digress. A neat trick considering I haven’t started. I feel fat today. Fat is not a feeling, something they hammer home in eating … Continue reading Recovery Road has too many hills – an off-the-cuff joint.
There are some beautiful, knowledgeable posts up about St. Paddy’s Day and the different celebrations that abound. There are probably ones teaching a bit about the day as well. This isn’t one of those. I know very little besides the demand to wear green. I have a legitimate claim to the day – great-grandma on my dad’s side was Irish, and his mother, though raised … Continue reading Happy St. Patrick’s Day – an off-the-cuff joint.
We’re greedy. We’re a more-ish species, not to be confused with Moorish. Though some of us might be Moorish as well. For me, that’s unlikely. My line seems confined to the British Isles once you trace it back to the greats, save for a random German fellow on my father’s side who found his way in, once upon a time. So, unlikely, not impossible, but … Continue reading We’re greedy.
From Famine to Feast. 