The SEOs of Alphabet Street

Wow, that Prince video was really low-tech.

Today I was searching for something on Google and realized that it was suggesting matches from the very first letter entered. (A, for example, brought up Amazon.) It made me wonder if I would be able to guess what Google would suggest for each of the other letters, too.

Soup’s on!

Halfway through the vegetable slaughter, the survivors gathered together for comfort.

I’ve been making a lot of soups and stews lately. Tamar Adler’s book stuck with me, for one thing, and because lunch is usually a time-crunched drive-thru affair, this way at least the dinners will be healthier.

The kindest cutlery

But not the silver, or it gets the hose.

I finally dug my grandparents’ silverware out of a box in the garage, cleaned it and stuck it in the drawer with the rest of the knives, forks and spoons. I informed the roommates via email:

Quilty pleasures

Someone needs to iron before he photographs …

What seems like a billion years ago, I decided out of thin air that I was going to make a quilt. The quilt above, to be exact.

“We don’t want your blood.”

Among many other charitable ventures, our company participates in an annual blood drive in which employees are encouraged to roll up their sleeves and donate a pint. Well, except me.

“What do you mean the Red Cross won’t accept blood from gay guys?” my co-worker said incredulously the first time I told her.

Tuned out for a month

I haven’t turned on the TV at our house in about a month.

Review: “An Everlasting Meal”

I was excited to start reading An Everlasting Meal by Tamar Adler — it’s been compared to (and the author admits being inspired by) books by M.F.K. Fisher, whose The Art of Eating I reread every couple of years to stay inspired about cooking.

My first mistake was reading it on an airplane, nowhere near either grocery store or stove. As Adler described perfect, simple meals such as poached eggs drizzled with olive oil and topped with grated Parmesan, cracked black pepper and fresh herbs, I could feel myself growing hungrier and hungrier.

Something’s afoot

I’m realizing that I wear those shoes a lot.
Luckily, they stretch to fit comfortably around an ankle wrap.

So it’s time to confess how I really injured my foot: I fell down while trying to walk and talk at the same time.