Having just come back from Chicago, where they’re still in recovery from winter, Tom had to photograph his way home from work yesterday. This is Portland in spring: How can this be the saddest/most depressed/whatever-that-poll-said-we-were city in the country? In a couple of weeks we’ve got a friend (with his new ladyfriend) coming in for a [...]
Archive for March, 2009
happy equinox
Posted in general, tagged cupcakes, dessert on March 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
happy birthday
Posted in general on March 17, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Yeah, um, I didn’t have a candle, so I made one out of an old chopstick. Not only is it my sister-in-law’s birthday today (Happy birthday, Brenda), but it is also the first birthday or anniversary or whatever for Vegtastic Voyage. I don’t know anything about the specific day I went vegan—I’m pretty sure it [...]
tastes like chicken…i think
Posted in general, tagged fake chicken on March 16, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I realized the other day that I don’t really remember what chicken tastes or even smells like. Sometimes I’ll be eating a chick-alike and be blown away by how like chicken it tastes. Or using chick-alike bullion in broth, I’ll think it smells like chicken. Then I walk down the hall in my apartment building [...]
happy accident
Posted in general, tagged coffee on March 14, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Can you tell what these two powders are? If they were in identical bottles and it was very early and you were distracted because it was an emergency travel day, you could easily mix up cinnamon and cayenne. Tom sure did. Fortunately, he realized his error just after pouring the cayenne on top of the coffee grounds [...]
muruku you
Posted in general on March 12, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Muruku! Say it—do it, it’s fun! These are the snacky treats I based the flavoring of my roasted chickpeas on (yeah, I’ll end a sentence with a preposition—I’m just reckless like that). The onion flavor comes in little strings, and the original and spicy ones are in little piped-out circles. Onion’s all I eat. Tom digs ‘em [...]




