Why are broiler chickens as big as carry-on luggage? And remembering a meeting at Paramount Pictures where I could’ve said, “Sure, I’ll do it for free.”
Our friend Katie’s cousin turns out to be one of those truly remarkable people of the west, a man who Walks with Buffalo. We take a trip to the green hills of western South Dakota, then come back for the best-ever chicken you could possibly cook.
No food this week (except salivating over wild turkeys), but notes on some excursions into the land of the Lakota, on the Cheyenne River Reservation in South Dakota. Wonderful people, in 1985 and now…
Margaret sends in a fine recipe for baked scallops, and I recall truckers and my wife’s heroic 2100 mile, 5-day journey from Vermont to New Mexico in a moderately workable 1952 Ford F1 pickup truck, in winter, towing a trailer, alone, with no cell phone, through snow and ice and rain and (*sigh*) all of Tennessee.
We’re surrounded by “the ultimate free lunch” that is our universe – but a lot of it really isn’t free. Some semi-geeky thoughts on the Big Bang, Cosmic Inflation, southeast Colorado, and two delicious-looking Basque recipes.
Smorgasbord today… Peggy Sue’s paradiddles in Clovis New Mexico, what’s really in your orange juice?!, introducing what social capital is all about in Maine, and a strong plug for a truly eye-opening, breathtaking dance performance next weekend at the Strom Auditorium.
What is New Mexico, anyway? A kind of sprawling “grand opera” of science, mystery, ancient tradition, and persistent puzzlement – seen through the lenses of wild-eyed physicists, dedicated astronomers, legions of New Agers and light-workers, centuries-old Spanish, Pueblo, and nomadic Indian cultures…
Deliciously addictive gluten-free (or not) chocolate chocolate chip cookies with bourbon, pecans, and coconut, and a memoir about two journeys to one of the smallest and remotest communities in the lower United States: Cuprum, Idaho.
Sumptuous, velvety Welsh Rarebit sauce, perfect for a supper on a cold winter night … and some thoughts on why the West, unlike much of the South and Northeast, isn’t very funny.