Confession No. 138 — When the dentist has stinky breath, just walk away (Recipe: Sous Vide Char Siu)

Sous Vide Char Siu —

Her halitosis should’ve been a dead giveaway. So too should I have been curious as she continued to brag about her skills while aimlessly poking away. My dentist was a bona fide dilettante. ‘Yep, just as I thought,’ she said, still exhaling her noxious breath in my oxygen space. ‘You have six cavities.’ ‘Six? Seriously?’ […]

Confession No. 137 — Moving On

Shrimp & Avocado Flatbread — Quick. Delicious. Easy. And a real eye-catcher.

“I tramp a perpetual journey.” — Walt Whitman, Song of Myself My wife cried today. Sure, she’s shed her fair share of tears, but this time was different. ‘I’ve lived here longer than any place else I’ve ever lived and we’re leaving this place,’ she told me as we drove. ‘Seventeen years…’ I wasn’t sure […]

Confession No. 136 — You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…

Crab Cakes blah blah

For those of you who are new to these parts, this project began almost four years ago with my ‘Confessions’ — everything from rants about people wearing pajamas in public, to very personal pieces about my life as I know it.  Following is one of those intimate essays, a letter to our youngest son. April […]

Confession No. 135 — I just want to be your wave neighbor

Crispy Orange Beef - Melty slices of fried beef in a citrus and spice-infused sauce.

We’re the people in your neighborhood with the ongoing construction projects. Yep, we’re the ones who occasionally leave our trash can at the curb for an extra four days. For as long as I remember, we’ve averaged at least one toy left in the yard per day. And sometimes our cars aren’t parked in line […]

Confession No. 134 — My kid said what? (Recipe: Creamy Meyer Lemon Shrimp Scampi w/ Artichokes)

Creamy Meyer Lemon Shrimp Scampi w/ Artichokes

He’s our fourth child and without a doubt, the most forthcoming with his words. Following are a few conversations that happened in the past year — before he turned seven on December 19. Keeping me honest At a drive-thru convenience store, I was behind a carload of boisterous young men. The clerk handed them a case […]

Confession No. 133 — Being Archie


‘Every family has one … And Archie was that guy in our family … That uncle.’ I spoke in my loudest and most sincere voice to about 50 people whom I didn’t know. I’d met a few of them in years past but I couldn’t have recognized them on the street. Nor would I register […]

Confession No. 132 — On our 20th anniversary

Nov. 4, 2014 My dearest Catherine, On this, our 20th anniversary together, I could tell you that you are my soul mate — the true fitting lid to the pot that is me – and that I’m the luckiest guy in the world. But you’ve heard that from me at least a thousand times. Just like […]

Confession No. 131 — Water? Gasoline? Or dynamite? Well, that all depends.

Chicken Inasal Meatballs — Your holiday guests will consider you an expert in Filipino cuisine

My real life job as a public relations guy requires me to bite my tongue. Quite often. And it’s not always easy. Many times, I’ve had to stifle my thoughts and comments when it comes to absurd inquiries from the press and their award-desiring editors. There are plenty of other instances when I must tap […]

Confession No. 130 — Confidential to modern drama queens: You’re no Sarah Bernhardt

Creamy Tomato Risotto w/ Roasted Eggplant — Does that look like a side dish to you?

This essay is dedicated to all of you folks who have gone way out on that overemotional limb about 2,064 times too many. My disdain for drama queens is nothing new. I’ve lived through about 11-dozen years of it with my 16-year-old daughter. I’ve worked with people who could’ve won an Oscar in the melodramatic […]

Confession No. 129 – Getting there is not what it used to be

Mexican Shrimp Diablo & Jicama Slaw w/ Lime Vinaigrette — Deliciously light summer fare.

I got the key to the highway; Billed out and bound to go. I’m gonna leave here running; Walking is most too slow. — Eric Clapton There was a time when I was content to travel. It was a time of Hot Wheels and coloring books; we ate homemade roast beef sandwiches as we traced […]