palate

I promised to disclose all of the goodness from Kink Ador’s release party, so here it is. I arrived with about 15 minutes ’til party time left on the clock. The place was blue on the outside, so you couldn’t miss it. After walking inside, it wasn’t long before I bumped into the lead singer, Sharon Koltick.

I have been following the adventures of Randy Elrod as he  traipses through northern California eating fancy food and drinking fancy wine.

Clint Brewer interprets a conservative blogger’s typeface palate preferences:

The red ink is Truman’s and I presume added for some Red State emphasis.

Count Chocula, eat your heart out. There's a new chocolate breakfast in town—if you happen to live in Santa Cruz.

My palate has changed in the past couple of years, and I'm wondering if anyone else can relate. I haven't ever been a "picky eater," but what I'm willing and unwilling to eat has changed.

Now that my appetite's back (with a vengeance, I might add... that'll be TWO fish tacos and a LARGE order of chips and queso, Mr. Chile Burrito), I decided to do a little pantry cleanin'.

(this piece was originally written for a more general audience, but i thought i’d share it with you lest it die a senseless death.)