My Life Is Corked

My Life Is Corked

When I was in junior high there was a song called Love Is All Around by a group called The Troggs. I think it might even have been the song that was playing during my first slow dance. Which at the time—and my tender age—was more like two youngsters putting their...
Al Fresco

Al Fresco

An online dictionary defines the title of this post as follows: adverb (especially with reference to eating) in the open air. “in the unlikely event of some sunshine you can even dine al fresco” adjective done or eaten in the open air. “an al fresco...
Breaking Bread

Breaking Bread

There are many things I miss about San Francisco, after living there for 33 years. The ocean, the bay, the hills, and Karl, to name a few. Yes, I even miss Karl, especially during the blazing hot summer months here in New Mexico. If unfamiliar, Karl is the local name...
You Call That Cheese?

You Call That Cheese?

There is no Whole Foods store on this side of the river. Ditto that for Trader Joe’s. Mind you there are two of each in Burque Flats (Albuquerque). If we’re doing the store per metro population, a city of 650K—Albuquerque‑gets duplicates while Rio Rancho...
Flying Donkeys and Mal Vino

Flying Donkeys and Mal Vino

Carla and I have shared a bottle of wine with dinner practically every night for the better part of the last thirty-plus years. It’s rare that we don’t finish a bottle. On the odd occasion that we don’t, it’s usually because there’s a time constraint on dinner,...