In case my last post left you with a narrow-minded impression of San Diego, let me do right by the city and prove that it does house attractions that are not tossed out of a net and wrapped in a tortilla. For me, the uncontested highlight was the Midway Museum. It’s a full blown aircraft… Continue reading One day I will be a fighter pilot . . .
Category: Eat This
Fish Taco Fever
I had two goals for this past weekend’s road trip to San Diego: SUN and FISH TACOS. Before disappointing anyone else, let me say that no one warned me about SoCal “June gloom.” They told me the weather would be beautiful. They gave me 18 beach recommendations. I envisioned flitting about in a bikini soaking… Continue reading Fish Taco Fever
Jam tomorrow, jam yesterday . . .
. . . but never ever jam today! [if you haven’t experienced this gem of drug-induced hysteria, it’s a straight-to-TV musical adaptation of Alice in Wonderland that’s even trippier than the original] Oh what to do? What to do? What to do when one scores an entire flat of strawberries [that’s TWELVE little green pint… Continue reading Jam tomorrow, jam yesterday . . .
Dat sum ono food, eh?
Lunch on the back lanai in Honolulu, family-style — bowls passing, chopsticks darting this way and that to snag the choice pieces. I spy: jung [ti leaf-wrapped sticky rice, usually filled with fatty pork, boiled peanuts, and a preserved duck yolk], Portuguese bean soup, roast pork with crackly skin, pastele sausage from the incredible Kukui… Continue reading Dat sum ono food, eh?
Disposables: Gilroy Garlic Festival
I love disposable cameras. They’re impulsive and playful and perfect for catching silly moments without the buzzkill of “wait, hold that pose!” while you fiddle with settings to get them just so. Click! toss back in bag, and go. Ideal for small towns and campfires and circus performances — as retro and unpredictable as their… Continue reading Disposables: Gilroy Garlic Festival