and a toss salad. Orange before bedtime.

Good Evening

Home made corned beef hash and fried eggs

Red wine

Blueberry pie and spray whip

Large green salad with tomatoes, raisins, chopped nuts & feta, baked sweet potato, lemon water.

I’d like you to know that I’ve learned so much from your nightly menu listings. Some of your ingredients are new to me so I research them. I had no idea there was such a thing as kombucha.

I absolutely love this contribution of yours, and find the wide variety of menus so interesting. Sometimes you’ll list some incredible ingredients for your dinner and the next person might write
burger on the grill. I just love it. Thank you.

This place can be quite the education. It's enjoyable learning from other cooks. I know it's broadened my horizons quite a bit. I like to hear about family recipes, especially ethnic ones, and also the restaurants people go to.

Your salad sounds terrific: I love raisins in a salad. Feta, too.

When I was a teenager, my mother worked outside the home. I liked coming up with ideas for dinner and sometimes doing a bit of the cooking. She had quite a number of cookbooks and it was always fun to browse them for ideas, something I continue to do to this day.

Indulgent meal that turned out to be fast and good

with cabbage, potatoes and carrots. Slow cooked all day.

but made by Indians; also found a decent chutney, after mine taken off market.

So I'm in a tiny desert town in Arizona tonight, just a few miles from the southern border. It's a fly-spot of a town, an hour out into the desert without many hospitality options and I didn't bring camping gear. My motel room is really worn, but it's only $54 for the night. There was just one place open for dinner. It's Mexican, and I figured this close to Mexico the food must be legit. I was wrong. It was awful. The worst I've ever tasted. It made Taco Bell look good. And authentic, lol.

To be clear, this was not the server's fault, so I made up an excuse for not eating much, smiled, and left her a decent tip. Not going back for breakfast, however.

(Sorry, first I had was on my last morning in Denver, where I'd worked for 10 months and was heading east to return to Chicago, and have never had better.)