The RV Chronicles — You want humidity? You can’t handle humidity! (Recipe: Frozen Banana Colada)

I‘d venture a wager that more baby powder, deodorant and cold beer are sold during the summer in Houston than in any other city in the world. I bet our air conditioners blow the loudest too. Yes, it’s hot as h-e- double-hockey sticks in the Bayou City.  And, despite a regular breeze from the Gulf […]

The RV Chronicles — Batten down the ‘Jimmy Rockford’ hatches (Recipe: Grilled Peel & Eat Shrimp)

It was almost a year ago that I applied for a new job position on a whim. Though I’m one of the few people in this world whose Mondays are (really) my Fridays, I needed a change in locale. So, I moved from the 42nd largest city in Texas to the 4th largest city in […]

The RV Chronicles — Stained silk and happy tears (Recipe: Fiery Jalapeno Relish)

Most people would chalk up a chili-stained silk shirt as an unfortunate incident. When said blotch comes two bites prior to a glob of mustard to the pants, it becomes a bad lunch. But not for me. After tweaking my Fiery Jalapeno Relish, I was bound and determined to celebrate the new baseball season in […]

The RV Chronicles — Wrapping up a summer by the bay (Recipe: Barbecue Stuffed Baked Potatoes)

If anyone six months ago had told me that I’d spend a good part of my summer picking apart Houston-area Tex-Mex restaurants and showering in a space the size of small closet, I’d have warned them to lay off the sauce. But life sometimes has a funny way of happening.  One minute I’m on the phone […]

Food Snob Chronicles (Recipe): Refrigerator Garlic Dill Pickles

During the past 20 years, I’ve eaten at least a tanker truck of dill pickles. That’s about 11,500 gallons, and I’m as serious as a heart attack. Whether it’s a quart here or there, a single pickle at a deli somewhere, a pint of green beans, sugar snaps or cukes from my garden — or […]

Confession No. 97 — How I play when my Cat’s away

I have a duplicitous side. My sneakiness involves neither a secret flame nor a penchant for clandestine gambling parties. I stash no spirits in the least likely of places, and I own no collection of stag flicks. My chosen path of chicanery is something, without hesitation, that I could tell the priest about. But, I […]

Confession No. 69 — Mea Culpa (Recipe: Beef & ‘Basa Sandwiches)

Now that Thanksgiving has come and gone, it’s time to play catch-up and hopefully get myself removed from the ‘naughty’ list over the next few weeks. Concessions and apologies are always a good way to start. First, to my doctor — I know you’re probably baffled as to why my weight hasn’t changed during the […]

Confession No. 55 — No means no. So do about 8,000 other phrases.

It’s pronounced and spelled the same in multiple languages and easily understood in many others. It won’t net you many Scrabble points, but the word can have some major implications in real life. It’s a word so simple that it’s commonly the first one children learn. Yet many of us tend to avoid at all […]

Confession No. 51 — Why sweat the big things? Worry about the small (really important) stuff. (Recipe: Soda Pop Sherbet)

I‘ve been accused a time (or six) of being a complainer. While I’m not ready to accept that, I do admit to griping about certain things in life that are worthy of being bitched about. Along with my high cholesterol and blood pressure, my tendency to sweat the small things will probably shave some years […]