Vroom Vroom – Black Sesame Cream Puffs

Yesterday, 4:34pm.  Highway 280. Inching forward at 3 mph. A motorcyclist buzzed past me on the left. Tough guy, you know. Dark shades, long grizzled beard, all-American denim overalls. And a little blue cooler strapped to the seat behind him. As I watched the little blue cooler zip off between the stationary cars, a foreign thought…

Finally – Chimichurri Steak Salad

I stay true to my promises. To everyone who has queried about the dearth of blog posts this past month, here’s the long-awaited end to the drought. Let’s talk about pet peeves. I had a teacher in high school who had something against pen-clicking. She had the short gray curls of a woman past middle…