Pear, goat cheese, fig & fennel, and arugula flat bread

On a white sauce — parm/garlic — with a little mozzerella sprinkled atop for more better cheesiness.  Fennel baked on, and a little raw added post render with the leaves.

Most marvelous, though pears scarcely there, skinned slim for concerns of proper sentiment — notably. Redressed while baking with more sauteed which would be the proper, thicker presentation proposition.  A bit fussy as it were, though, with the sauce and all.

Also, balsamic reduction lightly drizzled over top.

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Tater taco with an egg

Kindle just helpfully suggested a book entitled, “A writer’s guide to emotional trauma.”  It seems especially well-suited; a blunt execration of excessive and impenitent  failing.

Not failing — under duress and late hour: Diced potatoes — sautéed and tossed with chipotle, cumin, garlic powder, salt and oregano. Splendidly arrayed on corn tortillas with a little of Jen’s famous salsa, scrambled egg and cilantro. Cheese…

A fine, quick-ish feast after an afternoon carousing down in Hollywood. Off Hollywood.  Actually, by a street called Hollywood.

At a doctor’s office upon the street called Hollywood — addressing vocal emanations akin an angry seal, expelling from a child’s chest: His new thing — that face.

A summary of everything…


South end sope

Easy read on this little article: Fried masa dough with lots of sauteed vegetables — broccoli, carrots, onion, garlic, pepper, olives. Tossed with quinoa, topped with lettuce, chipotle tofutti and salsa.


Marmalade-Bbq tempeh burger with slaw

Tender tempeh, marinated, then seared in marmalade, barbecue sauce and topped with lightly dressed cole slaw.

Tempeh simmered for 15 minutes to improve the flavor and soften, cut into patties, then sliced across for thinner patties.

Sauce consisted of tomato paste, marmalade. ginger, garlic, tamari and water to thin.  Marinated the patties overnight, then seared in a pan to warm.

Dressing for the slaw — sour cream, lime juice, agave and a little salt.

Great combination of flavors.


Breakfast greens’n egg with cheese

Not seemingly a breakfast capable preparation, these were for a few days in a row, starting a covered cookdown with onion, mushroom and greens prior to a shower.

Stewed with a little water, salt, and pepper, then topped with a fried egg and fontina.



The sandwich of Ech

Sounds horrible, but it’s a long story — not too long, but too long to suit the purposes of it’s origin.

An Ech sandwich is of the variety that are easy to make — so long as everything is on hand.  The sandwich was very good — trying to think of an interesting way to say that, brought a month’s delay in doing so, and a lot of divergent projects.  Served on olive bread from the Pleasanton Bakery:  Seared fervido cerebros, tomatoes, dill pickles, onion, daiya and spinach — tossed with mint chutney and pomegranate-balsamic vinegar.

There are only so many ways to say, the sandwich is very good, to describe the various flavors.  They came together nicely, but with little more to say than that, musing started, on how to tie it in to some sort of story — a little dendritic tingle, solely for the sake of entertainment. The subject fell upon was Ech, the semi-mechanical, dusky-brown Nepid, and Captain of the Kuwk, as he took on a greater prominence in the final chapter of monsters — presumably, his origins would make such a sandwich something he would appreciate.

His history, as it turned out, became a little more complicated than expected, and even a brief, sketched outline elongated to several thousand words:  This rambling, already, exceeds what is necessary — sandwich, good — the bloated bloviation on poor Ech, certainly would have gone unobserved…  But it was an interesting story, also one that really has no real contribution to the greater ideas — though, there are a handful that came about anyway, for different reasons, and even the story of origination became more of a character bit…   As often is, Ech was both a victim of monsters, as well as arguably became one, himself: It’s all relative — dependent upon perspective.   Most monsters find justification for their actions, at some point: Some come to live with regret, others — like Ech — find their experiences so incomprehensible that their own actions taken against the perpetrators never bear a second thought.