Spiralizing and the Sharing Economy

In my grandmother’s kitchen there was a gadget for everything. Can’t retrieve the pickle from the bottom of the jar? Use the pickle poker. From lemon squeezers to cherry pitters to olive forks and corn handles, there was a specific use for everything and the appropriate sized baking dish to accompany it.IMG_5052.jpg


Kinda Like the Walking Dead


Top of the Cask. Dos Cabezas Tasting Room, Sonoita, AZ

“It’s sort of like watching one of those TV series. You know, like the Sopranos or the Walking Dead. You watch it, you like it, but every season, somebody’s gonna die.”

Egg it on – Breakfast Hack Series

“Eat in the car.” That was the clever tip from my 13 yo when I told him that I was doing a series on breakfast hacks. In fact, while not a recommended practice, my son eats on the way to school many days.


Eggs on the Go


End of the Season

“It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops … And summer is gone.” – A. BARTLETT GIAMATTI

My Favorite Baseball Player

My Favorite Baseball Player


The Great Apostle of Charity

He is honored with a feast on the 27th day of September in the U.K., in France and in the U.S.. Born to peasant parents in the Kingdom of France, the family resided near the Paul river and it is believed that their surname was derived from there. Noteworthy however, young Vincent wrote his last name as Depaul to avoid any inference that he was of nobility.

Humility in the Garden

Humility in the Garden


Creative Crowdfunding Models

Community Supported Agriculture, a method by which individuals prepay for a share of a farmer’s produce, has been around in the U.S. since the 1980s. It was based on the Japanese concept of teikei translated literally as putting a face on one’s food. CSA enables farmers to sell directly to consumers, ensures a certain level of food safety by allowing individuals to see and in some cases work at a farm and creates a mutually beneficial relationship where food dollars stay local and food miles are reduced. As most of you know, I could go on.


Weekend Reading – The Hungry Ear and More

A Good Read:

The Hungry Ear
Poems of Food & Drink
Edited by Kevin Young



The Pollen Path

Oh, Beauty before me, Beauty behind me, Beauty to the right of me, Beauty to the left of me,  Beauty above me,  Beauty below me. I’m on the pollen path.

Navajo poem



The Pull of Polenta

This is the most glorious time in the Valley of the Sun. We’ve tunneled through desert frost into celebrated golf temps that teeter on the verge of spring training. The acacia are blooming with a Sonoran strangeness that is both tropical and sweet and carries into the cooler night time air. And the fair weather winterers are donning the final days of boots and vests pretending that we are still at least somewhat attached to winter.

The Pull of Polenta

The Pull of Polenta


Why did the Democrat cross the aisle?

Five years ago, my friend and mentor Sue Clark-Johnson arranged for me to have a really special day. This week, Sue died far too young and far too quickly. As my friend Richard Morrison said, “Among many other accomplishments, she was a former Publisher of the Arizona Republic newspaper and the immediate past Director of the Morrison Institute of Public Policy. She worked tirelessly for Arizona. This is a sad day. While she was of a diminutive stature, she was a giant among us.” God bless you Sue.

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To eat the chalupa!

Let me explain. One of the highlights of my year was the opening of the O’Connor House. The 1950’s adobe ranch-style home was moved brick by brick to its new location behind the historical museum in Papago Park. I’d been invited by a special mentor to have lunch but had no idea that the home’s previous owner, former Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O’Connor, would be in attendance. Nor did I know that it would be the first time Justice O’Connor had seen the home since it was moved. And finally, imagine my delight in being seated next to her for the meal.

Sandra Day O’Connor and the O’Connor House

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