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…cigarettes…

Sometimes, I remember what my real purpose is in this world. It is to defy conventional thinking, standards and norms at all costs. I don’t trust in authority or people who think they know. In my estimation, a belief I’ve held since long before I ever knew I held beliefs, ‘experts’ exist only to be … Continue reading

…something handy…

…the face of creativity…

It’s never a good for me to look at some things for too long, or to be influenced by too much, or maybe it’s just not good to think about them at all. I think life would be much simpler if I could turn my brain off for a while. Better yet – I’d just … Continue reading

…teaching and learning…

I’m fixated lately on making fondant. I’m not much for sweets but for some reason it’s stuck some gnarly talon into my skull and I’m thinking I’m going to have to play with it. I get on these jags from time to time – it’s the thing that elevates me and makes me think I’ve … Continue reading

…food for thought…

…making due…

The strange and beautiful thing about life is it somehow always gets lost in the shuffle. For a few brief moments, though, you find it. Maybe, more accurately, it finds you and reveals itself, giving you a divine moment of clarity, synergy, where everything makes sense. Like winning a game of solitaire – it just … Continue reading

…getting lost…

Maybe it’s the inevitable feature of spending a life wandering around with a dazed (or crazed) look, distracted by bright lights, things that move, smell funny, mesmerized by the glory of the feminine form, or the way faces look as they age or contort with certain emotions. People eventually ask what it is you’re looking … Continue reading

…fowl bondage…

There’s something that fascinates me about the proportions and shape of a chicken. I’m not sure if it’s the huge, exaggerated breast, contrasted with tiny and underdeveloped upper limbs. Maybe it’s the voluptuous stubby thighs and shins all coupled to such a narrow pelvis and minuscule ass end. They both perplex and amaze me every … Continue reading

…potatoes and chocolate mousse…

Perusing the farmers market a few weeks ago, I was astonished and delighted at the variety of heirloom potatoes at one particular stand. I have little knowledge of all the specific varieties out there, but I do know that there’s a simple way of classifying them; waxy and starchy. In essence, there are really only … Continue reading

…the magic of olives…

Too many people who cook get caught up in all of the wrong things sometimes, I think… They talk about Thomas Keller and his recipe for fried chicken and somehow the earth stands still in some sort of epiphanic moment for them… Without a doubt, there are highlights to my life on this earth, though … Continue reading