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Archive for June, 2006

We cannot bee.

Tuesday, June 27th, 2006

I’m cheating. The lily photograph here doesn’t quite represent today’s topic, but when I walk by them bobbing along the roadside, they always trigger my happy memories of flower sucking. Flower sucking sounds like an obscure sixties bong game, doesn’t it? Puts Flower Power in a whole new light. Groovy. There’s an orange flower similar […]

Risotto: the awkward deflowering.

Tuesday, June 20th, 2006

Many food blogs publish breathtaking accounts of unique culinary creations featuring magnificent ingredients prepared with celestial perfection. Will my food blog do the same? Nuh uh. It’s not that I don’t have some instinct; most days I have enough knowledge to avoid boneheaded cooking mistakes. Then there are days when, like a repressed 21-year-old girl […]

Corny justifications.

Saturday, June 17th, 2006

Braces cost $3,000, cause agonizing pain for two years, chafe the insides of your mouth, require acrobatics to clean, and even after all that you must continue to wear retainers every night for fifty years until you finally reach the sweet, sweet release of dentures, all just to keep your teeth starlet-straight and snaggle-free. Is […]

Rice mojo and hot sex.

Tuesday, June 13th, 2006

I thought I knew rice. I don’t. Seductions of Rice, by Jeffrey Alford and Naomi Duguid, bitch-slapped my arrogance with 480 pages of research and recipes. I’m Korean-American, damn it. I should have an innate knowledge of rice–rice mojo–that flows through my blood like cornbread mojo in Georgians, bagel mojo in New Yorkers, and hot […]

The birds & the (non-) berries.

Monday, June 5th, 2006

While running this morning, I passed a long hedge and noticed a violent disturbance in the leaves. Then I heard fluttering overhead. To the west, an ominous shadow of a flying bird on the pavement followed mine. I ran and ran and it cawed and cawed, and the bird shadow stayed exactly five feet behind […]