Sometimes Looks Matter

In every ambitious endeavor, in the beginning there is a vision. A vision requires faith, perseverance, and let's be honest, a bit of insanity.

September 19 is National Talk Like A Pirate Day, and the gang decided to celebrate by unilaterally transforming a birthday party scheduled for this past weekend into a pirate celebration. No pirate bash would be complete without an edible piece of pirate paraphernalia, namely a pirate cake:



And a pirate cake must be delivered by the right crew, thus accounting for the debris on my bathroom counter the next morning:
- a pair of scissors
- a roll of duct tape
- an eye patch
- an earring

Yar, here's to doing it all over again on next year's National Talk Like A Pirate Day.

Resetting the Belly

Seafood and Rice in Broth.


Sometimes all the tummy wants is something simple and familiar.

Foccacia of Today

With the Starter of Yesteryear (Dick Proenekke's historic starter), I made a sundried tomato focaccia for a friend's gallery reception. I was complimented many times on this "pizza." I corrected a few people, but by the end of the night, even I admitted the pizza was gone.