as a child my buddies Martha and John Gruber would routinely lament that their Mom was making 'swiss chard' (AGAIN!!!). i would sympathize and pass back the rizla strawberry flavored joint.

i had no idea what the hell  'swiss chard' was at the time but didn't ask because we were often stoned (or just plain hungry) and wanting to talk about what would be good for dinner. evidently not 'swiss chard'. so these days chard has become a dinner time staple and i wonder if my son gets high and complains to his pals...

i'm learning to bake bread. and it takes time.  once the results start tasting promising there's no going back.  nothings better than home cooked bread.  then may as well master pizza dough? it's easier and almost as versatile....

circa 1990 my roommates and i would spend our off work days practicing the delicate balance of coffee and alcohol consumption. well maybe the wrong choice of words as there was little moderation involved. we were either hair tingling caffeined out or tipsy. back and forth. all day and into the evening when the tipsy part took over. i remember the starbuck's at pike street market. had coffee there once and never again. it was a easy choice. most any other cafe served better coffee. the starbucks espresso had a taste and aroma...

my trusted old friend the olympia cremina