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But sitting there, I more likely emerged an eye-sore, wide-eyed, all smiles and teeth.
Sitting straight and proper—though feeling more like a mutant, like the “Creature from the Black Lagoon”—silently conjuring grace and dignity, and sensing the seconds tick, I managed to hold my composure steady. At least long-enough to answer every question, timely and smartly (or so I hoped), even if inside I felt like a wind-up toy talking—a chatty-Cathy doll!
I felt miserably on display and completely helpless; but practiced hard at looking composed, I sat for one solid hour answering every... (more)
Laffing Sal wasn’t very pretty but she was certainly memorable, and very colorful. She had bright pink cheeks and fire-engine red lipstick. She wore a little green hat on short, red, curly hair, and her mouth was fixed open in laughter, showing a big gap between her two front teeth. Her boisterous laughter, a continuous cackle, was heard throughout the entire amusement park. And it was said that she frightened many small children and annoyed scores of adults.
Playland was set at the seaside, along the Great Highway; and just how many times our family made trips to this fun-fest theme... (more)
From within this eye-appealing bowl, take in the ocean’s treasures, the deep, blue seas’ offerings; inhale the savory fragrance of perfectly balanced herbs and spices of old Cajun cuisine, and delight your taste-buds with generous chunks of varied delicacies. We’ve added just enough spicy-heat to tickle your tongue and throat. Perfection! And the only [surround] sounds you’ll hear are of spoons clinking against bowls and continuous slurping and yummy smacking; deliciousness to the very last bite!
You can blindfold a connoisseur of Cajun gastronomy from Louisiana and bring him to San... (more)
I was merely eight-years-old when I first came to this country, a foreigner, born in Managua, Nicaragua. And though I was just a young child, I can remember hearing many wonderful things about this great nation. America is the land of opportunity! But America has let me down.
My husband and I got married in 1982, and we began our lives with high hopes and dreams for a fruitful future. We talked; we decided; and we divided our responsibilities as a young couple purposed for a family: he would bring home the bacon and I would temporarily give up my career to become a SAHM (stay-at-home-mom).... (more)
Gravy should be thick, rich and delicious. And what could be better for a Sunday brunch than creamy, country gravy n’ biscuits. But for this revamped recipe zesty pork chorizo has been used in place of sausage, with the addition of hearty Stout.
The South is known for their wonderful biscuits and gravy, but here in San Jose, well, I’ve begun a new tradition with my family, and these are here to stay.
For this recipe, Mexican chorizo was used; a type of chorizo that lends more toward a slight vinegar flavor which makes for the desired gravy for this recipe.
Settle Down Beer... (more)
My father, a long-time bowler—a “Gringo” who for a short time toured with the Salvadorian team in the 1960’s—began his passion for bowling early in his youth. We, his family, followed. He would later encourage my husband and me to bowl with our own children in a family league.
My father had a true passion for bowling, and he was certainly one to emulate, a perfectionist to form, his bowling scores and average proved it. Although he never did bowl a 300 game, he was nevertheless right at 300’s door many [frustrating] times.
Bowling soon became our family’s obsession, too; in no-time... (more)
In the past, attempting to get my mother to tell me just what all went into making one of my favorite dishes I enjoyed while growing up at home, which were many, and how much she added of what, was more like having my teeth pulled without Novocain. Her answer was always the same, “Well, you know...a bit of this and some of that...a pinch, a handful, a spoonful, and taste it! Always taste what you are cooking.” So in order for me to learn how and what she did was to actually be there, in person, looking over her shoulder when she made it.
I gladly share this story with you so you may... (more)