Oh my. How did its feathers come off?

Chicken business. My dad received a letter in the mail from the county health department. It was 1953 in East Los Angeles and the letter informed my dad he had to get rid of all his chickens. Obviously, a neighbor had complained of the chicken noise and ruckus. Lots of hen clucking and roosters crowing.Continue reading “Oh my. How did its feathers come off?”

What I wouldn’t do if eating with the Queen.

From the Confessional. I have these habits and foibles I must confess. Just to get it off my gray hairy chest. Please understand. I’m trying to be good. I love a good bowl of cereal. Especially if it is some of that homemade granola we buy at Sprouts. Sprinkle it with raisins and sunflower seeds.Continue reading “What I wouldn’t do if eating with the Queen.”

The slowest fast food I’ve ever had.

Fast food eatery I will never go to again. Carl’s, Jr. To begin with and in retrospect this is Carl’s routine go-to policy. Let me explain. We just exited I-40 and drove up to the Carl’s, Jr. Drive-thru to make an order. Their outside menu showed they have various chicken items. Both sandwiches and chickenContinue reading “The slowest fast food I’ve ever had.”

Fireworks and loopy softball.

July fourth memories Many years ago, and back around 1963 and 1964 I would drive from my parent’s L A home down I-5 to visit my cousin in Anaheim, California. His community which dead ended in a cul-de-sac would have an annual Independent Day celebration along with kid games, a generous potluck, and end upContinue reading “Fireworks and loopy softball.”

The next time I eat out, I’m bringing my own food.

Eating out has become more complicated. With the pandemic taking toll on restaurants, servers, back room crews, and worst of all tipping; all of this tosses a very big wet blanket over everything. Causing the hungry and in some cases the ‘food-preparing-inept to’ stop and think twice before eating out. Because of the pandemic someContinue reading “The next time I eat out, I’m bringing my own food.”

It was like having cows in our front yard.

The dairy came to us. The chilled paper carton I picked up from the dairy case read 2% MILK. Homogenized Fortified with vitamin-D. All printed on a half-gallon paper carton with a plastic screw off pouring spout. As I held it in my left hand, I couldn’t help but remember Johnny the milkman. A neatlyContinue reading “It was like having cows in our front yard.”

But wait a minute buster.

They come to serve. I still get a big charge out of a wait staffer when coming to take your food or drink order at our favorite restaurants. Especially when they are a new hire. Our last encounter was with a young man probably a freshman college student at the nearby State University. Most likelyContinue reading “But wait a minute buster.”

We be neither Julia Child nor Wolfgang Puk.

International cooking contest? Four other neighbors and myself are on one of five teams in a cooking contest. Neither one of us are known bakers, cookers, nor chefs. Certainly, least of all a chef. That’s laughable. Ha! But anyway, our team was assigned to cook, bake, or formulate something akin to German fare. German food.Continue reading “We be neither Julia Child nor Wolfgang Puk.”

This is not my father’s breakfast.

Breakfast sometimes is a little bit boring. Don’t get me wrong I love breakfast but it can be a bit same old same old. Possibly non-nutritious nor desirable. Wife thinks either toast or cheerios is breakfast. No it aint! I grew up in a household where my dad loved a big egg and meat breakfastContinue reading “This is not my father’s breakfast.”

The more you pay the less you get.

Have you noticed this? Or am I the only one? They call it ‘Shrinkflation.” An example of shrinkflation is my granola bar I have been eating for years. My oat and walnut crunchy granola bar that I pay about a dollar for use to be about four and a half inches long. But after aboutContinue reading “The more you pay the less you get.”