We Got The Feast Part Down

Potato bar, anyone? Community dinner last night wasn’t so much community as it was two people. I blame it on my friends not speaking French — RSVP. However my patience for this lack of bilingualism is running thin. Ahem. I don’t expect participation,...

Holy Week Road Trip

I drove to Nogales, Arizona yesterday to work for the day. Although the health project I was there to observe is on both sides of the border, I wasn’t able to cross to Mexico because I forgot my passport. (Such a consummate professional.) Regardless, we...

Hippity Hop for the Peeps

Flowers are blooming, bunnies are prepping for a busy weekend of egg-hiding, and I’m sending out lots of CAOK correspondence to celebrate all things Spring. If you were to receive an Easter basket, what would you want included? (I may be considering party treats...

Later Gators. Or Cats.

The kitties are on their way to Canada. I am going to miss their mom, Morag. She’s been an excellent roommate. That said, I have a feeling she’ll be home in Arizona again soon enough. We surprised her this weekend with a great going away party at San Tan...

An Anniversary, as I Understand it

We entered this version of the Iraqi war five years ago this week. No one could have guessed (although I’m pretty sure we pay a couple branches to do just that) how miserable the last 60 months would pass. Initially, it seemed like we’d made the best...

Passport Menu

Appetizer inspired by the Mideast. Fruit, medjool dates, tahini, soft cheese, crackers, nuts. Medjool dates are my very favorite dessert. First course inspired by Africa: spicy peanut soup, served over brown rice with peanuts for garnish. Dinner included ginger...

Les Chats

Even in French, they are still just cats. Jen, by your request, a few of the furry ones who’ve been living in my tiny home. Jazz, the troublemaker. Molly, who likes to cuddle. And sleep on top of the fridge. And scratch at my door at 2 am. Angel, who is slowly...

A Step Back from Stepford

I’d be remiss if I let this whole Spitzer thing pass without throwing in my two cents. And those two cents would be spent as follows: 1. Dragging his wife from the podium where she keeps “standing behind her man” into reality to remind her that hey!...