So, one of the good things about going to see my dad is that he cooks for me.  And good food, too.  (Somehow, when my sisters are home, I end up doing a lot of cooking -- remember the Cinnamon Rolls? -- but that's a different story.)  The last time I was home, my dad fried salmon, covered the salmon with sauteed tomato slices and onion rings, and ( Read more... )

A week or two ago, someone said to me: "I told a friend about your Live Journal page, and how you just write about what you eat. She was excited." A few minutes ago, I got a text from a different friend asking, "You have a food blog?" I do wish people wouldn't talk about me. Then I wouldn't feel obligated to pick up hobbies I had clearly let ( Read more... )