Category: food (of all types)
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Haciendo Fideo: Making Noodle Soup
So….I’m Mexican. (Bet you didn’t see that one coming). Don’t let the pale, sunburn-prone skin and curly, red hair fool you. I am definitely La Chicana. Maybe even a Chola. I don’t know. I haven’t fully explored my new-found ethnicity yet. Let me explain: since my adult-companion-caretaker-for-life XFE has been out of town a lot…
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Croatian Dermabrasion: The Ancient and Improved Split
Every time I hear the word “laser,” I think of Austin Powers and Dr. Evil’s “frickin’ sharks with frickin’ laser beams attached to their heads.” Which is kind of how I now imagine Split got its recent laser makeover – sharks with laser beams trained in the fine arts of architectural preservation. I’m obviously completely…
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Hvar: Island of Hvarguments and Hvangovers (Part I)
Lest you think our vacation to Croatia was just sun-dappled blissfulness every single second, I bring you Hvar. Actually, Hvar was really a nice little beach town. It was quaint, with narrow medieval streets, cute little square where throngs of young people sat in the shadow of a large church talking and eating ice cream,…
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Croatia: What Goes With Oysters? Pasta Cake of Course.
Meandering around medieval cities, popping into photography museums, and lying on pebble-y beaches is all well and good. But what I really like to do on vacation is drink wine during normal business hours while my fellow cubicle dwellers are in over-air-conditioned purgatory. So, we went to the Peljesac peninsula for a day. One of…
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Unusual Vacation Pictures: Croatia
Dober dan, my patient little Internet friends! That’s Croatian for “hello.” Actually, it’s “good day,” but it’s the primary greeting everyone uses. I’ve actually been trying to make a point of learning some words in the language of the countries my permanent travel-partner-for-life XFE and I visit. I did pretty well on the Croatian. I…
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Friday Links: Freaks in Oceans and Metros Edition
I’ve got back-to-back trips over the next two weeks and will blog when I can. In the meantime, I suppose I should brush up on my R. Kelly lyrics in case I get stuck on a tarmac, and be glad I don’t have to take public transportation in San Francisco. See you soon! These folks…
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Two Bald Boys and a Brisket
Great Texas brisket can be a life-altering experience, right up there with shaving one’s head or birthing a child. All three of those life-altering experiences played into our Memorial Day weekend. Before you get all excited, my personal pitmaster-for-life XFE and I are responsible for the brisket, but not the baby. Well, sorta. We started…
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San Sebastian Revisited (Six Months Later)
I have a weird blogging habit – I hate to put up my last post from a particular vacation. I guess subconsciously I feel like it’s the last time I’ll savor a place. That writing that last post means that vacation is truly ended and in the books and only to be relived on the…
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Peru Eats that May or May Not Make You Ill
Well, well, well. Looks like I brought a souvenir back from Peru and I’m not talking about the gorgeous alpaca sweater I got at Sol in Lima. No, I’m talking about a parasite in my small intestine. Actually, there’s probably more than one of them. So, a pack of parasites, if you will. (they look…
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Sichuan Must Be Chinese for ‘Burn a Hole in Your Belly’
My travel-buddy-for-life XFE and I often discuss where we might want to go for our next Really Big Trip. You know, the ones that require using lots and lots of miles, and all of your 25 vacation days and crossing many, many time zones. The last Really Big Trip was three weeks in Australia for…