Admit it. Jaws best scene comes when a great white’s guts bloody contents slosh onto the dock. We all want to see a limb or two but instead get better: car license plates, a lava lamp, and a bunch of junk that suggests this great white invented the South Beach diet, along with the Hollywood […]Read More Summer Blockbusters, Artery Blockers and the Art of Turning 50
Chef Dinty Moore Chef Boy-ar-dee Chef Franco American Chef Campbells If this roll call of classic American seventies canned cooking kings jars loose more than one memory of the dozens wherein mom and dad, mom and mom, dad and dad, mom, dad, mom and the milkman, or dad and the piano teacher closed down the […]Read More La Babysitter Chow: New Flavor!
When not blogging on AzChiMex comida and literally juggling dos los ninos withinin spare 60 second blasts I’m slightly consumed with thinking about the brain. Not ceso, gracias very mucho, rather the electric, dappled jello-mold bobbing blissfully – hopefully – between my ears. This stems from the right side (or is it left?) of my […]Read More How Chicago’s Love of The Terror That Be Tavern Tamales Can Best Be Explained As Nothing More Than A Gianormous Case Of Cognitive Dissonance
Can someone please explain to my why the chicken ain’t the National of These United State of North Americans bird? Have you ever tasted bald eagle? Did I just answer my own question? (I missed President O’s SOTU. Did I miss this too?) The perennial front-runner: Turkey, is far too dumb and ugly to be […]Read More The State of These United States of North Americans Fried Chicken Burrittos Union
Thanksgivukka under a week off = the countdown is on: only a few thousand trips to the mall and/or hits on amazon.com till The Holiday of All Holidays: LBJ Day. Meaning: a deluge of noel, and if I’m a good enough gringo: Tamales! The Mexican-American Navidad tamale tradition dates back to I don’t know when […]Read More Thankgivukka Tamale Take Down Dos
Second only to torts on this old gringo’s Proustian palate do tamales get down. Tortillian ingestion conjures up a cross fade to high school lunch room antics: government issued bean and cheese burros tastefully appointed with dollops of catsup (try a 7-11 Bomb with Heinz non-believers), serrated dill pickle slices flying lessons, pubic girl terror. […]Read More The 2013 Chi-town Tamale Take Down v.1