Portland Oregon Food and Drink
Throwing Ourselves On The Grenade of Bad Food to Save You
Back in 2004, I wrote considerably more creative pieces than I do now. Since I have family in town this week, I’m way behind, so I thought I’d bring back a favorite. It is interesting seeing how much my life has changed since those days. If … [Read more...]
The winner of our contest is Granny Moon: Breakfast when I was a kid was a weekend event - cold cereal before school didn’t count. And every weekend it was pretty much the same thing. Daddy would get out his cast iron skillet, place it on the gas … [Read more...]
[Editors note: This piece was sent to me as part of the contest we have going on, but didn't quite fit the size constraints. ] My father would have made a better Old Testament prophet than a barber. He often wandered the mountains of eastern … [Read more...]
A few weeks ago I was sitting with a friend, listening to yet another memory of Quality Pie. So many people have a story about that place. The first time I came to Portland, I didn't really know anything about the city. I was on a road trip by … [Read more...]
I've written before about the time I spent growing up in Maypearl Texas, but I never mentioned the boiled chicken death march, and my plot to get even. In the 50's, dinner in the south was a family, sit-down supper. Grace was said, and whatever … [Read more...]
If you’ve been reading this site from the beginning, you’ve read some of my stories about how obsessed I have been with food from my earliest days. Actually, I don’t remember a lot about my childhood, but the memories I do have all seem to be … [Read more...]
November 2005. When I was growing up, the nightly family dinner was a fairly formal occasion. We'd all sit around the table in relative silence, just trying to get through it as quickly as possible so we could leave before we made a mistake. You … [Read more...]
