Category Archives: Breakfast Time
It is as comforting as it is economical, which leads me to point out that no one seemed to breakfast as cheaply as the Depression Era rich. Continue reading
There was nothing especially sweet about it, but then I thought, there rarely is with pain, whether it’s of the French or English variety. Continue reading
In honor of my non-relative, I’ve made something as straight-shooting, hardy, and boozy as a Wild West woman in leather pants: buckwheat pancakes liberally sprinkled with rye whiskey and doused with salty, sweet syrup. It’s sure to be a real crowd pleaser, provided the crowd is populated by cattle ranchers, army scouts, and prostitutes.
And that’s no lie. Or not much of one, at any rate.
Some mornings, when I am awakened by the sound of my alarm clock or my grumbling stomach, I do what millions of others do– I crawl out of bed, head for the kitchen, and make toast. I was going to … Continue reading
Do you know who this man is? Well, I didn’t either until a couple of weeks ago. His name is Frank Buckles. He celebrated his 110th birthday on February 1st. That makes him a super-centenarian, which I happen to think … Continue reading
Today, thanks to the magic of Twitter, I learned that the Liberace Museum in Las Vegas, Nevada is closing. All those years of visiting Sin City and I never once bothered to go to that damned museum. I always said … Continue reading
So there I was in Neiman Marcus on a Saturday afternoon looking for a bridesmaid’s dress. My friend Shannon, who hates shopping, thought it would be a grand idea to ask along the one gay man in her universe that … Continue reading
Well, I was going to take another week off, but I am extremely bad with dates. I mentioned something about returning in time for Mother’s Day, so here I am. What I meant was that I would be returning the … Continue reading