His cryptic text said to meet him in the southwest corner of the Safeway parking lot in Gig Harbor at 6. And to try not to look or act suspicious. Though I was right on time, he was late; the two motorcycle cops parked on the other side of the parking lot must have delayed […]
Friday Feast
Back in the day She Who Must Be Obeyed and I spent a bit of time in Billings. We had two children under two and I was asked to participate in a fraud scheme that could have earned me 10-20 in federal prison (had I chosen to participate). Save for the proximity of the under-appreciated […]
Way back last summer I wrote about what we called at the time the great rib wars from a few years back…. A couple we hung out with years ago were most recently from Memphis, home to some of the most finger-licking, rib-tickling que in the world. He was from just south of Atlanta, a […]
Friend of Chi Wulff and the family, mentor, occasional sage and full-time geezer Ed has a penchant for throwing get togethers where somehow we end up helping him feed 40 or better hungry friends what Ed calls ‘plain folk food’. We’ve described Ed’s plain folk food concept a time or two previously. Several years ago […]
Word association time. I say ‘spring’, fly fishers say… …Midges. …Skwalas. …Mother’s Day Caddis. …Ice out on the lakes. …Sea-run cutthroat. The foodies among us also celebrate the return of the grilling season; She Who Must Be Obeyed and I sure have been. A burst of sunny days this week has really driven us to […]
He said to call him Budro; at this point I can’t even remember his real name. Budro showed up unannounced at our campsite near the Green below Flaming Gorge one spring Friday afternoon tagging along with a friend who at last call wasn’t even coming. Turns out he was an engaging native Hawaiian, a talented […]
Without a doubt one of the finest foods known to the entirety of mankind is a pork rib, especially those cooked low and slow over a real wood fire. There are those who will argue that the baby back is the perfect rib; we’d agree they’re flavorful if not a bit dainty. They’ve grace many […]
Like Kryptonite to Superman I find myself powerless to resist a good satay. My chef friends seem to enjoy poking a little fun at my satay fetish. They argue that the history of satay is really just man cutting his meat into small enough pieces to chew and threading them on some form of skewer […]
I’d be lying through my teeth if I didn’t readily admit that She Who Must Be Obeyed and I are thrilled to be back in a part of the country with weather that feels more like late winter than early summer. The few weeks we’ve spent starting to carve out our niche here in the […]
Yep, it’s Saturday and we’re playing a little catch up with yesterday’s Friday Feast post. Real men cook on Saturday’s too. She Who Must Be Obeyed, the famdamily and I first moved to the Flathead back in 2001; we set up housekeeping up on hill overlooking the sweet little valley just east of Smith Lake. […]
As a guy who’s had a life long love affair with food, I’m a bit ashamed to admit that it wasn’t until I was in my early thirties that I first tasted a genuine meatloaf sandwich. My lovely wife grew up in a household for which the traditional meatloaf recipe was considered a form of […]
The last week of our clan’s time in Texas is finally coming to an end today. If all goes according to plan the moving company will load our worldly possessions today and head north with we following shortly thereafter. Jake and I have done our fair share of nit-picking with aspects of the Lone Star […]
Most years, by the last week of February winter has grown a bit long in the tooth. For those of who live in the northern climes, winter is a season to be appreciated for what it offers, though the snow, ice and cold of the season lose their luster about now. Particularly when you’re dreaming […]
Back in the day (a wonderfully ambiguous measure of time) some of us would make a late winter / early spring dash to the (relatively) much more temperate environs of northern New Mexico to fish the San Juan. This was long enough ago that the river, shops and eateries weren’t lined with Texans and refugees from […]
February. Many neighborhood fly fishers spend February scanning the weather forecast fervently for fishable days and trying to will the first Blue Winged Olives and Skwalas of the year into existence (dream on buster, though this year could be one of those early years…). Those of us easily distracted by such piscatorial pursuits can easily […]
