This is Mom’s cat Ozzie. He was originally named Oliver, because he was a stray. Her friend was feeding him, but was going on vacation and asked if Mom would take him. Mom’s kitten, Sweetie-Pie, was lonely and needed a companion. I knew this because…
My guest today is José Bográn. This has been a very foodish week, hasn’t it? Some weeks are like that. Talk to us, José! Food for thought: Anatomy of a Baleada My expertise in the kitchen is limited to an above average sandwich, an okay…
Mom and haven’t been to White Castle for some time, so we went yesterday. We’ve been gone too long: She had forgotten how small, thin, flavorless and cardboard-like the “hamburgers” are. Maybe that’s why I, as a picky eater (this was when I was young–I’ll…
