Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
I stepped inside the shop to complain but was quickly shown a case full of REAL flowers.
They were even better than the silk ones outside so I promised the folks some free advertising.
C'mon, there's a recession on! Everybody needs a little help.
There's even a toll free number!
(Oh . . . and by the way . . . it's not really spring here yet. It only got up to 55 today!
Prescott is known to some as "Everybody's Home Town."
To others, it's just "P-town."
If you lived around these parts, you might have been heading for the hills this week.
Or, "from" the hills if they looked like this.But, not to worry. It's just the annual ritual called "slash burning". The Forest Service burns off some of the dead trees to keep them from burning in an "uncontrolled burn" later in the year. One of those fires, apparently started by homeless transients, nearly burned the town out a few years ago.
So every year, the Forest Service tries to protect folks from themselves and we see letters to the editor in the paper about all the terrible smoke.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
And you don't feel like you want any more sushi.
No raw tuna.
I know what you need.
It's popularly called "The Bacon Explosion."
Now that your mouth is savoring it . . . here's the full story:
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Clouds may be breaking up down toward Phoenix.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Well the sign shows promise of fun.
But wait! High noon and this is the parking lot.
What's going on? Aha, the rumor is true as this sign on the front of the building points out. (Sorry about the blurriness. Photographer failure)
Well, moving into downtown in the heart of the restaurant and bar area, we found another place shuttered.
We heard the same story on this place. Been for sale for a couple of years but no one is interested. Looks like the luck of the shamrocks didn't help.
And finally, here's one that's been closed for quite awhile. Last time around it was called N'awlins. Before that it was Zuma's. And who knows what before that. It's a nice building with a roomy interior and only half a block from the center of town but apparently no one wants it either.
Could be the recession but I don't know. My town has recently opened two new hotels and at least one new restaurant. Maybe "Everybody's Home Town" has lost it's charm.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
I have some years on me and, like many others, I had never thought I would experience the inauguration of an African-American as president.
Today was Martin Luther King day and tonight my memories have turned back to the middle 1960's. I attended a radio-television news director's convention in Chicago. At one noon luncheon we were addressed first by former president Dwight David Eisenhower. I grew up in a Republican family and, while my father had supported Robert Taft for the Republican nomination in 1952, when Eisenhower won and then won the presidency . . he became a hero and somewhat of a demigod to him. But Ike was not a good public speaker. He read his speech to us and even that was not a stirring address. Later, Martin Luther King spoke. I was sitting in a front row, just a few feet away from the podium. King began in his slow, Southern way of speaking by apologizing because he had forgotten his notes back in his hotel room. And then he delivered a spellbinding speech with no hesitations, no ers and uhs (as Eisenhower's speech had contained), but just an amazing oratorial performance. I have no memory of what he said but I still remember how amazing a public speaker he was.
I have seen the "I have a dream" speech many times over the years and it still sends a chill up my spine. And I have seen the speech King gave the night before he was murdered in Memphis, where he said that he had seen the mountain top, that he may not get there himself but that he knew the mountain top would be reached.
Well, I ramble. Barack Obama is also a great orator though not as chillingly good as King, in my opinion.
But tomorrow, he will become the president of a nation that is facing great challenges and serious problems. Four or eight years may not be enough for him to solve all of the problems.
But he has a huge majority of the population favoring him and backing him. In a country beset by problems and the worst economy probably any of us have experienced, we wish him well.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Less than a week left of the Bush presidency. As we here in America watch countless interviews with the President and the Vice-President, we ask ourselves . . . WILL IT EVER END?
Here are some of the soon-to-be ex-president's "finer" moments.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
But I'm learning to do simpler recipes. Most recently that has come down to Mark Bitten's column and blog from the New York Times. I also recently discovered that a friend from my bookseller days, J. Godsey, is writing a blog about cooking for one. I found a recipe in her blog for simple popovers. So yesterday I decided to try it. SWMBO has some of those neat silicone muffin tin liners so there was no need to spray the pan. I followed Godsey's instructions carefully but discovered the popovers were crispier than I would have thought they should have been.
SWMBO reminded me that Godsey lives at about sea level in Massachusetts and we are at 5,100 elevation in Arizona. She reminded me that in baking, the elevation can make a difference and adjustments are often required.
So today I tried it again but reduced the oven temperature from 400 degrees to about halfway between that point and 375, and also baked the popovers for only 30 minutes as opposed to 35 in Godsey's recipe.
Voila! They were perfect!
Slice one open, toss in a dab of butter or margarine and a slathering of Trader Joe's Boysenberry jam and it was a little dab of heaven.
(Sorry about the slight blurriness of the second photo. I must have been trembling with hunger and anticipation!)
Friday, January 9, 2009
It looks like the fallout from one of those old paper punches on a dusty floor.
Or a mysterious hole into another dimension.
Well, that last one might offer a clue.
O.K. Enough teasing.
Here's a more distant look.
Yup. It's the moon over my neighborhood on a crispy cold evening.
But more than that. The Internet(s) tell me it is a Waxing Gibbous moon that is 98% full.
Now there's some information you can use at the bar.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Prescott restaurant operator Barry Barbe has put down a rumor that he's closing his tapas restaurant El Gato Azul. He says next year he may close it for the winter season because the tiny place with a larger outdoor patio is more of a summer restaurant. But he insists it is successful.
Barbe also operates 129-1/2 An American Jazz Grille and has a new interesting looking lunch menu.
President-elect Barack Obama tells NBC's John Harwood he's going to try to hang onto his Blackberry, in spite of protests from the Secret Service and Washington lawyers. He also seemed embarassed by questions about his shirtless photos in Hawaii while on his recent vacation.
Vice-president Dick Cheney told Mark Hollinger of CBS that he's really a warm, lovable sort. He also denies that he called the shots in the White House, saying President George W. Bush always was in charge. I don't know. I just read the Cheney bio Angler and there seems to be too much evidence to the contrary.
Of course there's that old line about politicians: how do you tell when they're lying? If their lips are moving.
In Cleveland: Blagojevich headed for impeachment.
In Washington: Burris headed for the Senate.
Granny J has been kind enough to point out, gently, that Cleveland is in Ohio while the Blagojevich impeachment trial is being held in Illinois, where he is the embattled governor (temporarily). Which is to explain why this is being written in the same color as my face. Sorry, Cleveland.