If I were wondering the dessert for forty years, I’d want pickled eggs. And since vinegar changes the egg without the egg losing all it’s glory, it seems a good symbol to add to my Passover Seder.
Just when I thought spring had come, and I was celebrating the blooming of flowers and the lengthening of days, Portland decided to revisit winter. It’s gotten… Read more “Living in Portland: Favorite John Gorham Restaurants”
While my neighborhood market sells King Cake during Carnival season, the people of Portland don’t really celebrate Mardi Gras. So, what’s with the title of this post?… Read more “Mardi Gras meets Portlandia”
I love whiskey, not for knocking back and getting drunk but for savoring. For me, sipping a good bourbon, rye, or scotch is like gazing at art… Read more “Favorite Portland Bars: Expatriate”
Before I start this post, I should caution the reader that it reflects the opinion of this writer and not the opinion of every Portlandian. So if… Read more “Living in Portland: Donuts”
It’s been a while since I last wrote about an Awan tribe; too long, especially since I promised a few months ago that I would write about… Read more “The Telem Tribe”
At the end of the summer, my life will turn upside down and backwards. Okay, maybe not backwards, but definitely upside down. For the last decade and… Read more “New Life Chapter”