I like to eat, eat, eat. and so I write, write, write. Thursday, December 11, 2008. At home, on hold. Wednesday, August 13, 2008. I am not a fruit, or a vegetable, but I too belong to a class of those who are picked during a season - the political junkie.

Saturday, February 13, 2010. Um, I hate that my last post was related to Rick Rolling. So perhaps you should check out my new blog, right here. Featuring a lot less food and a lot more mediocrity. Friday, August 8, 2008. Tuesday, August 5, 2008. Monday, August 4, 2008.

Home, Career and Travel.

Monday, April 23, 2012. For the freshest thoughts on all the food to be found across our nations capitol, please instead direct your attention to the new and improved eatthedistrict. Saturday, June 12, 2010.

A CHAPTER THAT MAY BE SKIPPED BY ANYONE NOT PARTICULARLY IMPRESSED BY THINKING AS AN OCCUPATION. Thursday, January 28, 2010. We are testudines testa sua inclusi. Like so many tortoises in our shells, safely defended by an angry sea, as a wall on all sides. Robert Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy. He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across.

How a silly girl gets by without a job in a power-hungry city. Tuesday, August 5, 2008. Chronicles of a Resident Mover. There may be no greater responsibility for an unemployed friend than to be the resident mover. I could flex my bulging mascles. Thursday, July 31, 2008.

Cooking without sacrificing taste for health and vice versa. 8211; 2 ripe nectarines. 8211; splash of vanilla. Tilapia tacos with cucumber salsa. I made some loaded nachos.