Saturday, June 24, 2017

Passing Through

Ed went riding today at Redington Pass, just east of the city of Tucson.  

Redington Pass is a high mountain pass between the Santa Catalina Mountains and the Rincon Mountains.  The area is a favorite of mountain bikers and ATV riders.

There are more than one waterfall and some swimming holes that fill during the spring when the snow melts from the mountains and comes down into the valley area.

Ed plans to go back when the weather is cooler and check out the scenery.

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2016: Man With A Plan
2015: Don't Try This At Home
2014: This Place Is For The Birds
2013: Get Your Travel On
2012: An Art Deco Tower In The Panhandle
2011: Traffic Might Just Have Saved My Life
2010: Joining The Ranks
2009: The Daily Rant Goes Farther East Than Ever Before
2008: What He Does When I’m Sleeping
2007: Now You Don’t Have To Go To The Ghetto To Get Crack
2006: Satchel Pitches A Great Question
2005: A Night In Yakima

Friday, June 23, 2017

After I Stop Laughing

Ed asked me today if I'd go camping.

After I stopped laughing, I thought "Did he just meet me yesterday?".

I have only camped once if you can even call it that.  I don't think it was considered "real" camping because there were port-a-potties, but I know I slept in a tent.  For one night, with three other people.  

It was in Central Arizona, at Apache Lake, over twenty years ago.  The only thing I remember is that I felt as if I were sleeping in a zip lock baggie, suffocating from the heat.  I also slept on a rock all night, and I can tell you it was no Princess and the Pea scenario.  Never again.

I can't imagine I'd be very interested in camping at this age.  I like comfort and luxury and air conditioning way too much. I've had to dismantle air conditioning units in hotel rooms to override the thermostat.  You know they rig them, right?  That's probably the only gadget I have mastered and I learned how to do that years ago.  I can't stand a warm hotel room, can you imagine what I'd be like in a tent??

I don't even want to utter a maybe because I don't want to be held to it, but I could possibly consider it if the weather circumstances were favorable.  Which essentially means around 65 degrees.  It's going to take a lot of thought and even more convincing. 

I don't even think even Glamping is going to cut it for me.

Who knows what will happen, though.  Ed has me getting a motorcycle endorsement "just in case" I want to ride someday.  It's going to be a real feat for him to break through the anti-camping barrier.

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2016: Manly Ribs
2015: My Brush With Nature
2014: Dear Summer,
2013: I Wrote This After A Day Of Doing Nothing, Sitting On My Ass, While I Watched TV  
2012: The Beautiful Strangler
2011: Art Enables Us To Find Ourselves And Lose Ourselves At The Same Time
2010: Even God Can’t Help Men
2009: My President’s House
2008: Don’t Give Up Hope If You Just Don’t Know What You Want To Be When You Grow Up, You Have Choices
2007: Alright, Mr. DeMille, I’m Ready For My Close Up
2006: Stone Magnolia
2005: Fitty Nine!!!

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Pizza On The Q

We attempted pizza on the BBQ grill again, using the pizza stone.  This time we used fresh store-bought dough that I got in Sprouts.  It was pretty decent.  I also bought a wedge of Parmigiano Reggiano which was amaaaaaaazing.

Ed's pizza (above) has summer sausage and black olives.  Mine has the sautéed spinach and garlic left over from Father's Day dinner.  Very delish.

Look at that beautiful bubble in the middle of my pie!

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DQ Cat 
2013: Stop. Look. Read.
2012: You Won’t Miss Me Coming On This Bike
2007: Lure Me In
2005: U-Ta-Dah!!

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Hello From The Other Side

Please don't focus on the dust on my dashboard.

Look at the temperature.

That says 116 degrees.  116.


I was out running errands.  What the everloving fuck is wrong with me?  I clearly didn't plan well.

This is killer heat.  

Heat that grounds planes.  

Heat that kills people.

Heat that breaks records.

If you know anything at all about me, anything, you know I hate the heat.  HATE.  Can't think of anything I hate more.  Well, except maybe the short-fingered vulgarian.

Our friends are coming to visit next week and I've already told them not to expect me to do anything outside.  In this heat, I leave leave the house for grocery shopping and emergencies only.  And if I get talked into going out for any other reason, I start the car remotely to cool it down and make a beeline from the air-conditioned house to the air-conditioned car, then from the air-conditioned car to the air-conditioned store, and repeat the process on the way back home.  Or I send unsuspecting people on errands.  That doesn't happen very often, though.

FYI - there's nothing you can do to escape this heat if you're outside.  Misters at restaurants, shade (it's still over 100 degrees in the shade), cooling towels, lightweight clothing.  They all do nothing.  In fact, I don't even know what "dress for the heat" means.  What the hell does one wear for 116 degree day?  I was so hot today - inside the car, with the air conditioning on - that I wanted to peel my skin off.

This is Tucson.  Actually, this is the Southwest most of the time but especially in the summer.  This'll be the second time in 14 years that I've been here for the entire summer.  I am really missing over-the-road life right about now.

I'm thankful I have a job that allows me to keep the house as cool as a meat locker.

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Stick It To 'Em

2015: Links To Food Dominate This Post
2014: 30 Miles To Spokane
2013: Truck And Sky
2012: Not Despicable At All
2011: Slice Of Summer
2010: Time Suck
2009: The Spirit Of Sharing
2008: Sailor Boy Friday
2007: Cozy Dining
2006: It’s All About Me
2005: Alien Land    

Monday, June 19, 2017

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Feeding Time For Dad

Today I hosted Father's Day for my brother and my sister-in-law's father.  My fathers aren't with us anymore and Ed's Dad couldn't make it this year.  I wish I could have sent him a doggie bag though, because everything was SO good.

Ed insisted on smoking meat.  What else is new, right?  If there's a event that he can BBQ or put something on the smoker, he's all over it.  I might have to give in to his cooking desires more often because it takes a big brunt of the work off of me.  Hmmm.  Idea.

The brisket was the star of the show.  Nine pounds, trimmed at the butcher, seasoned by me, and cared for by Ed.  I know when you look at the piece of meat up there it looks burnt, but it's not.  That's called a "bark" and it's supposed to look that way.

The other part of the brisket that shows how well it was cooked is the "smoke ring" - you can clearly see that in the photo below.  The brisket was delicious.  

We also made the most amazing pork ribs, lemon-rosemary chicken breasts, roasted peppers and onions, roasted cauliflower (my favorite), fresh spinach and garlic sautéed in olive oil, mashed potato casserole (courtesy of my sister-in-law), and a tossed green salad.  For dessert, cheesecake with fresh strawberries.

What a great day!  The boys did video racing in the other room, I did a lot of dishes, and the fathers got to relax for the day.

If you'd like to see video of the brisket slicing, watch what Ed put together here:

If you're in the neighborhood, stop by for leftovers!

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2015: 140 Characters Just Doesn't Cut It
2014: Wyoming In June
2013: I Will Not Be Decaffeinated
2012: Sweeeeeeet
2011: Summer On The Farm
2010: This Should Be The Next “New Parent” Handbook
2009: Would You Like A Little Screech To Go With Your Whine?
2008: Jane’s Anatomy
2007: Plus People Are Here To Stay
2006: Baiting The Hook
2005: Purgatory

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Whale Or Mermaid?

A whale's tail breaching the water in Lahaina, Maui.  Photo by Eddie.  
It seems this has been floating around the internet for years, but I just recently came across it on Facebook:

A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman.  The caption was, "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"  The story goes, a woman (of unknown clothing size) answered the following way:

"Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise children with great tenderness.  They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns.  They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea, or the coral reefs of Polynesia.  They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on CDs.  They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defends and admires.

Mermaids do not exist.

But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a split-personality problem.  Woman or fish?  They would have no sex life, and could not bear children.  Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.  And, who wants a girl by their side who smells like fish?

Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale.

At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.

We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.  We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.  Every time I see my curves in the mirror I tell myself, "How amazing am I?!"

Mermaids are pretty.  And kinda cool.  But if given the choice between these two descriptions - the eating, drinking, entertaining, singing, dearly loved fish versus the lonely, frigid, sad girl - I'd have to go with the whale.

And most important of all, which the fictitious responder to the gym's advertisement left out - is how intelligent whales are.

I'll take brains over beauty any day of the week.

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There's A Steak Sandwich Waiting At The Intersection Of 82 And 83

2015: I Have Turned Into My Mother
2014: Ed Drops A Bomb
2013: Guarding The Life Of My Eddie
2012: Crash Test Dummy
2011: No Fudd Found Near This Fountain
2010: The Very Thoughtful Man
2009: SPAM: Not The E-mail Kind
2008: How Casting A Memory Begins With A Fish
2007: A Weekend At The End Of The Rainbow
2006: If I Were In People Magazine
2005: Free Mudflap

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Eighty Years In The Big Apple

This video was posted yesterday by The New Yorker.  It shows New York City in the 1930s on the left side, and on the right side, New York City today.

Pretty cool.

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2016: I've Still Got It
2015: It's Peony Season
2014: The Long Haul Home Stretch
2013: The Power Is Everywhere
2012: A Patchwork Of Farms
2011: Dwarfed
2010: Kansas Needs A Few Other Representatives
2009: Something’s Afoot
2008: The Color Of Aging
2007: Ahhhhhntipasto
2006: The Great Equalizer
2005: Almost My Town

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Climbing To The Island In The Sky

Here's a video of Ed riding his new motorcycle - the Kawasaki KLR650 - up and down Mount Lemmon, one of Southern Arizona's sky islands.

He started out on the "backside" of Mount Lemmon, formally known as the Mount Lemmon Control Road.  This road was built in the early 1920s and was the first road up the Santa Catalina Mountains.  It's 29 miles long and for the first half of the 20th century, was the only vehicular access to the top of the mountain.

If you're traveling the backside you'll start in Catalina, Arizona at approximately 3,100 feet above sea level.  When you get to the top of Mount Lemmon, you're at over 9,000 feet.  Take in the scenery and enjoy the view before you head down the other side, this time traveling on Catalina Highway, a fully paved and maintained road.  Ed chose to take the backside up and the Catalina Highway down.  It can be done either way.

The Catalina Highway, also known as the Mount Lemmon Scenic Byway, offers great views, interesting scenery, and a drastic change of vegetation as you descend from a lush forest of various types of trees to a stark landscape filled with cacti and desert vegetation.  It's like driving from Canada to Mexico in less than 30 miles.

The first half is not for the faint of heart.  It's an off-roader's dream.  Rocks, ruts, dirt, and roads that keep you precariously close to the edge.  They often close this road during winter storms and it's best traveled in a high-clearance vehicle.

Ed seemed to do pretty well on two wheels.  He said there were some challenging spots with more rock than road, but he didn't seem to think it was as difficult as those who warned him about it did.

I'm glad I got to enjoy the video because I can't picture myself anytime soon subjecting my spine to the jarring ride.  The roads in Oklahoma are about as much as I can stand.

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2016: Just Another Day In America
2015: Five Fabulous Foodie Finds
2014: And Just Like That, It Happens
2013: The Midday Bird Got The Worm
2012: Keeping Time In A Place That Goes From Salty To Sweet In Less Than A Mile
2011: Pride Of The United States Air Force
2010: The Dinosaur Rears Its Ugly Head
2009: Kidnapping Is Obviously Not Their Forte
2008: Eddie Friday On Ice
2007: Having Influence Where It Matters
2006: MacGyver To The Rescue
2005: The Weekend

Monday, June 12, 2017

Reading Material

Continuing with the thrift store shopping I did this weekend, I got a sweet deal on six hardcover novels.  They were fifty cents each.  Fifty cents!  Not that this matters when it comes to used books, but one of them is a Pulitzer Prize winner.

Here's what I got:

by Louis Begley

John North, a prize-winning American writer, is suddenly beset by dark suspicions about the real value of his work. Over endless hours and bottles of whiskey consumed in a mysterious café called L’Entre Deux Mondes, he recounts, in counterpoint to his doubts, the one story he has never told before, perhaps the only important one he will ever tell. North’s chosen interlocutor–who could be his doppelgänger–is transfixed by the revelations and becomes the narrator of North’s tale. 

North has always been faithful to his wife, Lydia, but when one of his novels achieves a special success, he allows himself a dalliance with Léa, a starstruck young journalist. Coolly planning to make sure that his life with Lydia will not be disturbed, North is taken off guard when Léa becomes obsessed with him and he with her elaborate erotic games. As the hypnotic and serpentine confession unfurls, we gradually discover the extraordinary lengths to which North has gone to indulge a powerful desire for self-destruction. Shipwreck is a daring parable of the contradictory impulses that can rend a single soul–narcissism and self-loathing, refinement and lust.

by Pete Hamill
This widely acclaimed bestseller is the magical, epic tale of an extraordinary man who arrives in New York in 1740 and remains... forever. Through the eyes of Cormac O'Connor--granted immortality as long as he never leaves the island of Manhattan--we watch New York grow from a tiny settlement on the tip of an untamed wilderness to the thriving metropolis of today. And through Cormac's remarkable adventures in both love and war, we come to know the city's buried secrets--the way it has been shaped by greed, race, and waves of immigration, by the unleashing of enormous human energies, and, above all, by hope.

The Racketeer
by John Grisham

Who is the Racketeer? And what does he have to do with the judge’s untimely demise? His name, for the moment, is Malcolm Bannister. Job status? Former attorney. Current residence? The Federal Prison Camp near Frostburg, Maryland.

On paper, Malcolm’s situation isn’t looking too good these days, but he’s got an ace up his sleeve. He knows who killed Judge Fawcett, and he knows why. The judge’s body was found in his remote lakeside cabin. There was no forced entry, no struggle, just two dead bodies: Judge Fawcett and his young secretary. And one large, state-of-the-art, extremely secure safe, opened and emptied.

What was in the safe? The FBI would love to know. And Malcolm Bannister would love to tell them. But everything has a price—especially information as explosive as the sequence of events that led to Judge Fawcett’s death. And the Racketeer wasn’t born yesterday. Nothing is as it seems and everything’s fair game in this wickedly clever new novel from John Grisham, the undisputed master of the legal thriller.

A Painted House
by John Grisham

The hill people and the Mexicans arrived on the same day. It was a Wednesday, early in September 1952. The Cardinals were five games behind the Dodgers with three weeks to go, and the season looked hopeless. The cotton, however, was waist-high to my father, over my head, and he and my grandfather could be heard before supper whispering words that were seldom heard. It could be a "good crop."

Thus begins the new novel from John Grisham, a story inspired by his own childhood in rural Arkansas. The narrator is a farm boy named Luke Chandler, age seven, who lives in the cotton fields with his parents and grandparents in a little house that's never been painted. The Chandlers farm eighty acres that they rent, not own, and when the cotton is ready they hire a truckload of Mexicans and a family from the Ozarks to help harvest it.

For six weeks they pick cotton, battling the heat, the rain, the fatigue, and, sometimes, each other. As the weeks pass Luke sees and hears things no seven-year-old could possibly be prepared for, and finds himself keeping secrets that not only threaten the crop but will change the lives of the Chandlers forever.

A Painted House is a moving story of one boy's journey from innocence to experience.

by J. Courtney Sullivan

For the Kellehers, Maine is a place where children run in packs, showers are taken outdoors, and old Irish songs are sung around a piano at night. Their beachfront property, won on a barroom bet after the war, sits on three acres of sand and pine nestled between stretches of rocky coast, with one tree bearing the initials “A.H.” At the cottage, built by Kelleher hands, cocktail hour follows morning mass, nosy grandchildren snoop in drawers, and decades-old grudges simmer beneath the surface.

As three generations of Kelleher women descend on the property one summer, each brings her own hopes and fears. Maggie is thirty-two and pregnant, waiting for the perfect moment to tell her imperfect boyfriend the news; Ann Marie, a Kelleher by marriage, is channeling her domestic frustration into a dollhouse obsession and an ill-advised crush; Kathleen, the black sheep, never wanted to set foot in the cottage again; and Alice, the matriarch at the center of it all, would trade every floorboard for a chance to undo the events of one night, long ago.

By turns wickedly funny and achingly sad, Maine unveils the sibling rivalry, alcoholism, social climbing, and Catholic guilt at the center of one family, along with the abiding, often irrational love that keeps them coming back, every summer, to Maine and to each other.

The Goldfinch
by Donna Tartt

Theo Decker, a 13-year-old New Yorker, miraculously survives an accident that kills his mother. Abandoned by his father, Theo is taken in by the family of a wealthy friend. Bewildered by his strange new home on Park Avenue, disturbed by schoolmates who don't know how to talk to him, and tormented above all by his longing for his mother, he clings to the one thing that reminds him of her: a small, mysteriously captivating painting that ultimately draws Theo into the underworld of art.

As an adult, Theo moves silkily between the drawing rooms of the rich and the dusty labyrinth of an antiques store where he works. He is alienated and in love--and at the center of a narrowing, ever more dangerous circle.

The Goldfinch is a mesmerizing, stay-up-all-night and tell-all-your-friends triumph, an old-fashioned story of loss and obsession, survival and self-invention, and the ruthless machinations of fate.

Honestly, I picked the books first for the color of the dust jackets.  I needed two stacks of books to go with the color palette of the room.  But as I was looking, I cracked them open and read the synopsis.  They all sounded pretty decent so I figured when they weren't accessorizing a nightstand or reading nook end table, I might find myself with something to read over the summer.

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2016: Cough Cocktail
2015: 7 Great Travel Related Magazines
2014: Frozen
2013: Working Man And Walking Man
2012: I’m Too Thrifty For My Shirt, Too Thrifty For My Shirt, So Thrifty It Hurts

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Yesterday's Score

So yesterday's thrift store adventure was a success.  For $36 dollars, I walked away with several items to add to my decor.

My best find were three Pottery Barn decorative throw pillows.  Like new.  Great fabric. Hidden zipper.  Modern color.  Spotless.  They were $2.50 each.  If you know anything about Pottery Barn pillows, you know they're not cheap.

I also got six hardcover books which I'll detail in tomorrow's post.  I'm totally thrilled.

And I seriously had my eye on those persimmon colored couches.  If I had my decor plan a little more pulled together, those babies would have gone home with me.

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2016: Wreck Me
2015: The Lure Of Lake Life
2014: 81% Of The Time, It's Not Our Fault
2013: Twenty-Four Hours Of Poutine

Saturday, June 10, 2017

The Geese Are Golden At This Place

This was the line to get into the Golden Goose Thrift Store.

People LINED UP to get into a thrift store.  I've never seen anything like it.  It was like a concert.

This store usually has pretty good finds so clearly the trick is to get there early but I've only ever visited after opening.  The line moved quickly as the old people pushed each other down to get the first look at the newest items.

I have my fingers crossed for some good deals.

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Mama's Boys

2015: Even The Lure Of A Diamond Can't Get Me Outside
2014: Muddy Waters Isn't Just A Blues Musician
2013: Bonne Nuit Et Au Revoir Montréal
2012: Country Comes To The Windy City
2011: Avslappnande
2010: Fellagiarism: Stealing Fellatio Techniques
2009: The View From Cap Sante
2008: Highway 333 Fishing Shack
2007: Summer Lovin’
2006: Clowning Around
2005: Sorry, no post on this day.

Friday, June 09, 2017

Summer Riding Fever

Ed, ready for a day ride, posing on his bike in front of the row of trees we planted in April 2016.  

In the name of safety, Ed is wearing full riding gear - boots, long socks, Kevlar riding jeans, heat-wicking t-shirt, cooling vest, riding jacket, helmet, and gloves.  The weather has hit triple digits, ranging from 103 to 107 all week.  I don't know how he can stand it. I'd die just sitting on the bike.

It seems he has motorcycle fever.

He's got a Go-Pro camera on his helmet so I'm hoping for some video footage soon.  Stay tuned!

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People Who Live In Glass Houses Can Safely Click Links

2015: We've Got A $3 Million Dollar View, Too.
2014: Stripes On Ice
2013: Boy's Eye View
2012: Clear As The Blue Of The Indiana Sky
2011: Puttin’ On The Ritz
2010: Even Prisoners Get Bread And Water
2009: Hidden Fluff
2008: It’s Time For One Of These Again
2007: They Called My Name And Clutched The Collar Of My Shirt With Their Evil Cheese Stuffed Fingers
2006: Marlin Perkins Must Live In The Neighborhood
2005: Sorry, no post on this day.

Thursday, June 08, 2017

Vintage Eddie

My Eddie, back in April of 2012.  

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Flashback To Cuteness

2015: Hollywood Sound
2014: Life's A Peach
2013: Shopping By Silhouette
2012: It’s No E-Z Pass
2011: They’re Not As Loud When They’re Relaxing
2010: Sorry, no post on this day.
2009: Sorry, no post on this day.
2008: Post-Tornado Sky
2007: Eddie Ooh Rah Friday
2006: The Human Jeweler
2005: Sorry, no post on this day.

Wednesday, June 07, 2017

Inducing Smiles And Brain Freezes For Over 45 Years

Yesterday I picked up Eegee's sandwiches for lunch.  My mother is a fan of their "diet" version of their signature drink.  We were in the drive-through when I turned to ask her a question and caught her gleefully slurping down a Skinny Berry with the passion of a five-year-old.  Notice how she looked up at me without removing her lips from the straw. She's totally addicted to this flavor.

Eegee's is a local institution founded in 1971.  The founders started selling their slush-like lemon flavored drink from a vending truck, eventually adding sandwiches and branching out to restaurants.  Their story is pretty amazing.

The frozen drink is a favorite among young and old (evidence provided above) and if you live in this town you'd have to reside under a rock to not know about it.  In the escalating temperatures - yesterday was 105 degrees - an "Eegee's" is refreshing and totally worth the brain freeze.

Check them out if you happen to be in the area.    

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They Like Ike In Denison

2015: Fine Southern Cuisine
2014: The Pursuit Of Beauty
2013: Grand Prix du Canada Practice Laps
2012: The Perils Of Over-The-Road Trucking
2011: I Never Did Like The Feeling Of Hair In My Mouth
2010: The Highs Were High But The Lows Are Even Lower
2009: The Preferred Route For Geriatric Men In South Bend, Indiana
2008: I’m Glad The Great Spirit Was A Dirt Thief
2007: Polishing My Listening Skills
2006: The Protective Roommate
2005: Hottie

Tuesday, June 06, 2017

Straight Or On The Rocks May Be Your Easiest Decision

Today Ed and I went to a new restaurant in town called Twigs Bistro and Martini Bar. My mother's friends told her about it and she suggested we check it out.

The first impression was good.  I loved the trendy decor, the modern lighting fixtures, the tile in the bathroom.  The bar was fully stocked, they have an extensive drink menu, and they offer 36 signature martinis.  I don't really drink but I have to admit, the martini choices looked so good I was thinking of starting right then and there.

The menu offers American fare that includes salads, hand-stretched pizzas, sandwiches, pastas, even steak.  The atmosphere is upscale and elegant, yet comfortably casual.  

We started with appetizers.  Our choices were the Fig & Prosciutto Flatbread (Gorgonzola cream sauce, mozzarella cheese, black mission figs and strips of prosciutto on our artisan flatbread; topped with a sprinkle of gorgonzola cheese and shaved chives...$10.69) and the Kalua Pork Tacos (Kalua pork, Twigs slaw and Creole remoulade in flour tortillas...$9.99)

Fig & Prosciutto Flatbread
After the appetizers, we each had a small Toasted Pecan Caesar Salad (Crisp romaine tossed with parmesan cheese, garlic croutons and toasted cumin pecans in a creamy Caesar dressing...$4.99). I really like the toasted cumin pecans!

For dinner, Ed had the Pepper Salmon (Pan seared filet of wild Alaskan sockeye salmon over red quinoa rice pilaf and seasonal vegetables, with a roasted red pepper corn relish and Creole remoulade...$24.99).  I don't like salmon, but this was delicious.  I think I'd eat salmon more often if it tasted this good.

Pepper Salmon
I had something I've never ordered in my life - the Shrimp Carbonara (Succulent shrimp sautéed with honey-cured bacon, shallots, garlic and linguini pasta tossed in a rich parmesan cream sauce, finished with toasted bread crumbs and goat horn peppers...$23.99). 

Typically, I'm not a fan of alfredo-like sauces, and I rarely, if ever, do pasta with fish. It was pretty tasty.  I'm not sure the peppers belonged in the dish, they tasted like they came out of a jar, but I ate them anyway.  With the exception of the pasta not being done al dente - it was a little too done for my liking - it wasn't bad at all.

Shrimp Carbonara
We were starving when we went in and wound up eating waaaay too much, which meant we didn't have room for dessert.  I was totally bummed because they had some pretty tasty looking treats, including one of my top three favorite desserts, crème brûlée.

The owner of the bistro said the name Twigs "was inspired by a designer doodling a drawing of the bar on a cocktail napkin. The design included twigs and tree limbs shooting out of the bar."

OK, whatever.  I don't see the twig connection, but that won't stop me from going back again.  Next time I'll make sure to save room for dessert.

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2016: Cowboy Wine Country
2015: Where The Bright Purple Star Of The South Was Born
2014: It Doesn't Take Much To Show A Customer You Appreciate Them
2013: Preparing For Race Fans
2012: Hunka Hunka Burning Locatelli
2011: Thirteen Years. That’s How Long It Takes To Get A Cap And Gown.
2010: That’s The Ticket!
2009: Farm It All!
2008: Eddie Kinda In Berlin Friday
2007: How To Get Blown Three Times In Four Days
2006: Tell The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The Truth
2005: Slim Fast