Kaze’s bar has a great happy hour and it’s quiet on Tuesdays. Quiet enough for me to read my Kindle, and maybe eavesdrop on the bartenders. Tonight, the two bartenders, over the discussion of song lyrics, recognized they had an age difference. The younger one, upon getting the age out of the older one wasContinue reading “No Way”
I never got assigned 1984 in high school or college, but life assigned it to me this year.
Just because the smoke detector goes off doesn’t mean I’m not in control of the pan. The smoke detector needs to watch more cooking shows. Or maybe I’m an aggressive Sautéer. But brown onions and veges in a dry pan is a key to good flavor. And waving at a smoke detector 16 feet in the mayContinue reading “Smoke”