Texas Chili

We've discussed this before.

What's the Secret Ingredient to Texas Chili?

Time.


Now, you know.

Cuisine

Starters

Shrimp with Mussels in Aspic

Main Course

Breasts of Duck and Chicken confit

Poached Tuna with Whitefish

Afters

Liver Kat Snax


Yeah, the cats eat better than we do. Tonight we had leftover soup and stale tortillas.

Actually, I could go for some of those Kat Snax about now.

Geek Haiku

Thanks Ed of Logan, Utah!

WITH ALL CAPS I TYPE
LOUDLY I YELL EVERYTHING
I FEEL IMPORTANT!

Rice-a-Roni Not

San Francisco!

Pier 39. Cable cars. Fog. The Golden Gate.

What a city.

I spent last week in San Francisco attending Macworld Expo. I stayed at the Westin downtown which has a concierge to direct you to the Other Concierge. They don't just put a mint on your pillow, you're entire pillow is a mint. I gained five pounds without venturing outside of my room.

There was an in-room French Maid! Uh, no, on second thought there wasn't. I "made" that up. Ha Ha. Ix-nay on the aid-may.

Anyway.

What San Fran lacks in hills and fog it makes up in food, and there were restaurants INSIDE of restaurants. Ridiculous.

Here's the blueprint for the week:

Sunday: Ducca (Westin Hotel, 3rd Street and Market)
Yellowfin ceviche
Halibut cheeks on inked polenta

Monday: House of Nanking (Kearny St.)
Pork eggroll with sauce
Mu Shu Pork
Beer steamed fish

Tuesday: Chevy's (3rd St.)
Chipotle Cream Chicken Enchiladas

Wednesday: Tiramisu (Belden Place)
Steamed Mussels
Cioppino (seafood stew)
Tiramisu

Thursday: Canton Seafood and Dim Sum (Folsom St.)
Pork Dumplings
Jelly Fish with Whole Baby Octopus
Scallops and Shrimp
Chicken Bird Nest

Friday: Chevy's again!
Chipotle Cream Chicken Enchiladas AGAIN!

In Between:
Peet's Coffee and Tea (Mission St.) - coffee and pumpkin bread
Ferrari's Italian Deli (Mission St.) - salami sandwich with artichoke

Don't recall seeing either a rice or a roni. Maybe next time.

San Francisco Treat

Three words:

Whole. Baby. Octopus.

Where Are the Anti-Gravity Belts?

This can’t be the end of the decade because I distinctly remember standing on the balcony, popping champagne corks to welcome the New Year 2000!

That was yesterday. Wasn’t it? WASN’T IT?

Could nine years have gone by like pfffffffft without me noticing?

We’re getting into serious digits in this 2000 thing. This is the Last Year of the Single Digit and it won’t come back for a long, long time.

It’s the Future, you know. Should be.

Stupid Future. Always teasing, never quite delivering. I’ve got a miserable cold. Stupid cold. Where’s the stupid cure for the stupid common cold? Huh? Should be easy. Been talking about it for a couple of centuries.

We can go to the Moon but we can’t cure the common cold. NASA’s fault. If we hadn’t gone to the Moon I wouldn’t be feeling miserable. Stupid Moon. NASA would have cured the common cold and I’d be complaining about not going to the Moon. Fair trade, I’d say.

And, speaking of NASA, where, oh, where are the freaking Anti-Gravity Belts? How am I expected to gain a steady 10 pounds a year without Anti-Gravity Belts?

Just this week, Jack-in-the-Box came out with a new “tasty treat” consisting of a hamburger, order of fries AND ...

... and, and, and ...

TWO TACOS!

How cool is that? A full hamburger lunch PLUS a couple of tacos just in case you have an empty space to fill between your larynx and esophagus. Just tamp ‘em down. That will probably go down as the Great Invention of 2009 and they year is young!

Oh, and I checked, no Anti-Gravity Belts. Now, that would be a fun Happy Toy. And useful.