Pasta might just be one of the all time most seductive comfort foods. Even the way most Americans enjoy pasta – as a pot of spaghetti buried under jarred marinara sauce – it’s hot, hearty and tasty. And I’m not poking fun at jarred sauces here either. There are some very passably good ones out [...]
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Looking back I’m pretty sure where our family love affair with the humble pot sticker began. She Who Must Be Obeyed and I were in fact on an interview trip in Albuquerque almost 23 years ago with a newborn daughter in tow. The position was pretty much out of contention after we took a good [...]
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Ok, we’ll readily admit we’ve been living under a rock for the past year or so as far as some aspects of social media go. True, we’ve been feeling a bit sorry for ourselves being out of pocket and all, and my (Mark) meniscal tear and tibial fracture this summer, besides being a literally pain [...]
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He’s been badgering diners across the West to do it for him for so long I can’t even remember the first time I witnessed it in person. Ed, our adopted family member-mentor-business partner-requisite eccentric friend, has a thing for what he calls ‘plain folk food’. I know, I know – we’ve said that before, though [...]
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At first I thought it was because I owned a wooden drift boat and a crew-cab, long bed pickup. The boat was a sweet one – a 17 and a half footer, wide-bottomed fishing machine, painted a gorgeous fire-engine red, with fore and aft fishing stations, vertical-grain Douglas Fir floorboards, a nifty anchor rig and [...]
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I’ll never be able to forget the first time I took a whiff and a taste of this ham. Back a few years ago She Who Must Be Obeyed and I lived deep in the mass of humanity that is now the Salt Lake City metroplex. Like most city dwellers we had a fairly tightly [...]
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Traditions are a funny thing. Though admittedly our clan has a fair number of traditions that we more or less cling to with stogged fidelity, some traditions can begin to reek of routine. And routine has crushed the heart and soul of many a fine man and woman. So it was with a dumbstruck stare [...]
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Bob almost always makes us think of what we’ve called the ‘greater family of fly fishers’ in posts past. Back in February, when Bob sent in a killer Jambalaya recipe, thinking about the ‘greater family of fly fishers’ prompted this: We’ve all met fisher folk on the river who could best be described as a [...]
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Fly fishing and beer go hand in hand. One simply makes the other that much better. We all have fond memories of relaxing with a cold brew as the light fades on the river after a great day fishing. Craft beer is also part of the Montana (and Western) culture. Ah, home sweet home. Starting [...]
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We’re rolling out a few new features and tweaks this morning for Chi Wulff; nothing earth shattering but these are all ideas that friends have been asking us to do for months (and maybe even years for one…). People of Fly Fishing. Interviews with fly fishing notables are popping up all over the place these [...]
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Evil humors have been floating around Camp Chi Wulff the past 1o days or so. She Who Must Be Obeyed (SWMBO) and I have both been wrestling with a persistent bronchitis / flu. Damn it. While I’ve never personally noticed that I snore (despite the insistence to the contrary of some in the household over [...]
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Last Friday’s Friday Feast (Bloody Mary’s Pork Medallions) spawned a flood of emails asking for our Bloody Mary mix recipe. A confession is in order right up front – none of us are genuine mixologists. Most of us in fact share the misguided view that good libations are there to make great food taste better. [...]
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Mention the moniker “Bloody Mary” and a host of images come to mind. Staid historians might think of Queen Mary I. Other misguided souls might stand before their mirror chanting her name three times, attempting to invoke reality from English folklore. Most envision the renowned cocktail – possessive of supposed healing powers, packed with nutritious [...]
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Back a few years ago, when the family was living up in the Flathead north of Kalispell, I met a guy nicknamed Bib who lived in a nearby community. Bib wanted to be a horseman and a welder when he grew up; unfortunately a wayward youth and some very poor decision making led him down [...]
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Unbelievably it’s already mid-November with Thanksgiving less than a week away. Tempus fugit. For a host of reasons we’re gathering with other Montana and other north country refugees for Thanksgiving this year once again. (The top reasons for the above include the fact that She Who Must Be Obeyed manages a retail establishment here in [...]
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Musings from Jess at Fire Girl Photography