Portland, Oregon by way of New Orleans
Chef who believes in eating the world to save it. Wine & language & sharp knives are the tools of my métier. At heart, I'm a warm & fuzzy Dadaist.
25,399 words in 29 moments in 7 cities since March 6th, 2014
Portland — The most delicious cherry pies were sent by prior arrangement on a plane to land at the tip of the island where swam mermaids who were unaware that pies were the Rx for happiness, whom had not yet tas...
Portland — Today is the Friday known as Good Friday to the believers of Christianity, a solemn day. To me, more particularly, I am thinking back on the extraordinary works of Gabriel García Márquez in the news ...
Seal rock — Exploring the wild Oregon Coast with an old friend from Georgia, who used to work alongside me in my improbably tiny restaurant over twenty years ago. We caught up with another old friend, from Athens...
...and this is how I found out Ornette Coleman has died...
the end of the Lewis & Clark trail whispers stories, as the sea gestures...
early blossoms greet/ old towering evergreens/ back 2 work 4 me!
Crepuscule with Pie
Tiny but tough flowers remind me, miles away, of the gossamer wings of Mardi Gras, the "butterfly of Winter."
the artful dodger learns how to take the next step...
a memoir of a Jim Dandy day
The Monster Under My Bed, in portraits by my nieces
In a neighborhood pumpkin patch, a brief conversation on eating flowers...
There is a place they call The Devil's Punchbowl, where we saw whales
Did it even matter that there were only two sea lions inside the cave?
A Simulacrum for the Blues
Minerve, the cliffs where vineyards grow upon rocks, silence, and ancient prayers left by long ago violence...
Parades seen in Oregon, from a funky Nola perspective
Grits & Gris, pirate banter, and things that were saved from "lost & found..."
A Sunday morning game of words...
...in a meadow of vines, greeting the unexpected, the weird & the wonderful.
What happens when a New Orleans chef finds pirate wine & Szechuan food side-by-side? Joyful mischief ensues...
Literally, a flight into the Willamette wine country begins...
I have my reasons for not eating, nor as a chef for not cooking, the sensual chameleon of the sea, whom we call the octopus.
The ocean whispering & roaring along the wild Oregon coast, where I will find Li Po thinking of mountains & friends & emerald wine...
Reflections, a trick of the light, zooming...
a neighborhood stroll...
handprint of the sea...
"a case of mistaken identity..."
mesmerized by pale blue eyes...
eating dirt
mesmerized...by pale blue eyes
The Heliosphere of Mardi Gras