On the Last Day: A Hodge-Podge of Olives...

Made it! NaBloPoMo done. Thirty posts in thirty days. And I’m thinking of signing up for December’s challenge, now that NaBloPoMo stroked my ego in the last week by naming Left Coast Cowboys “Blog of the Week”. I’d hoped I’d have some profound insight for this last post of the program, but today was just too full of random things. Starting with a...

Ryan Lochte NAKED!

Here we are one day from the end of NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month.) Over 10,000 of us around the world committed to blogging every day on the day (no writing five posts on the weekends and storing them) for the month of November. And it looks like, barring getting hit by a truck or breaking all my typing fingers, I’ve made it. I think there are some prizes involved, but...

Schrid’s Amazing All-Organic Chole...

A while ago, I posted about my brother’s amazing success with a home-made cholesterol cure. Today, less than two years later, the results continue to impress. A little background: my brother (often called by his childhood nickname: Schrid. Don’t ask.) visited his doctor in February 2007. At that time, his cholesterol was charted: LDL (bad) cholesterol at 187 and HDL...

A Sixties Culinary Memory

Having been a young child in the Sixties, it’s an instinctive fear, every time I’m in a dinner situation where everyone contributes, that someone will show up with some sort of vegetable baked in Cream of Mushroom Soup. Maybe topped by those horrible chrome yellow crunchy things. (What were those? Onions? Potato sticks?) In the Sixties, somebody’s mother always made...

I Guess We Aren’t Past Racism Yet

Watching the Barbara Walters interview with Barack and Michelle Obama, a relative, in town for Thanksgiving, piped up: “Well, I’m just going to admit it. I had a hard time voting for him because, well you know, the whole Black thing.” “Uh, what Black thing would that be?” “Well, you know, I know he’s smart and everything and will probably be a...

Harvest of Shame

We did pretty well bumbling through our first harvest from our tiny organic garden. We ate corn, tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers and melons all summer from it. In fact, this crazy garden doesn’t seem to know that summer is over. In fact, Fall is just about over. Which is good for me, because I picked a huge basket of produce intending to bring it back to San Francisco and share the...