Archive for August, 2007

In case you were wondering about deep fried bacon…

Monday, August 27th, 2007

My friend Martin Golding is happy to report that deep frying is an excellent way to make up sufficient quantities of bacon for large gatherings of hungry campers. One of his tasks this past weekend was to make breakfast for ~70 people in a camping environment. With a deep fry set up, Martin was able [...]

New Smoothie Tricks for Breakfast

Tuesday, August 21st, 2007

In the midst of all these new Portland sights and tastes, Sweets and I have found some potential repeatable favorites. This one is from our corner coffee shop, Cafe Destino. Icy sweet Açaí berry smoothie under crunchy almond granola and topped with smooth creamy banana slices; its a new trick for my breakfast taste buds. [...]

Field Trip Report: the Bite of Oregon

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

Sorry Farmer John. Music won out on the Sunday night schedule battle. I was not prepared to turn down the temptation that is Patti Smith performing at a Special Olympics benefit after all. Is Portland amazing or what? Oh yeah, and there was food… Patti Smith with huckleberries, fry bread, corn chowder, and fresh blueberry [...]

Tequila Bouquet

Monday, August 13th, 2007

Things to do with the hollow stopper of an 1800 Tequila bottle: make a miniature bouquet of miniature roses! Would you believe that’s a dozen? It relates to my next foodie project too- one that will make for great Christmas presents. Hmmm…

Farmer John in Portland

Saturday, August 11th, 2007

This Sunday, August 12th, the Sustainable Business Network of Portland (of the Local First campaign) is hosting a screening of the award-winning documentary The Real Dirt on Farmer John at Hollywood Theatre. Following the movie is a community dinner at the Northeast Community Center featuring locally grown food, live music and special guests “Farmer John” [...]

When plants attack: seed bombs

Sunday, August 5th, 2007

My previous work place had a soap opera of a construction project going on next door in my final months in Eugene. All spring we had to endure months of jackhammering, threats of invasion as they eye balled our storage space, and the final straw of summertime noxious fumes as they sealed their poured concrete [...]

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