Sunday, February 09, 2020

How Deep Is Your Love For New Artists?



This week I watched Nobody's Fool starring Tiffany Haddish.  I liked the movie - Tiffany Haddish is funny, as expected, but the storyline was cute and it fit right into my love of Rom-Coms.

In the movie, there was a club scene where they introduced the band as PJ Morton and Yebba.  They sang "How Deep Is Your Love", the old Bee Gees song.  I'd never heard of the group and wanting to know if they were real, I Googled them.  They are in fact real people.


Above is the video of the song done by PJ Morton and Yebba - she's the girl in the overalls with the cool voice.  Both a new discovery for me. 

I love discovering new music through movies.  And this version of a familiar song is really great.  


My love is deep. 



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2019: 
Barging Through Downtown
2018: Maybe This Time
2017: Queen Of The Copper Camps
2016: He Ran By And Told Me To Share Links
2015: Heading To Shore
2014: Chocolate And Gnocchi - The Best Of Any World
2013: Looking And Smelling Good Behind The Wheel Of A Big Rig
2012: Necessary Evil
2011: Getting Drunk On Summer Fun
2010: How Is It The Fish Don’t Freeze???
2009: A Meal Even 300 Year Old Monks Would Love
2008: Not A Knock Knock Joke
2007: Eddie Shades Friday
2006: The Idiot And The Box
2005: Sorry, no post on this day. The blog didn’t start until May 2005!

Tuesday, February 04, 2020

Chronicling Our Taco Consumption

Who doesn't love a good taco?  Hell, who doesn't love a bad taco? 

But really, is there such thing as a bad taco?  I haven't found one yet.


When we're home, we eat quite a bit of Mexican food.  it's Tucson, folks.  We have an abundance.  


We've been maaaany places in our town - Mi Nidito, Seis Kitchen, Mosaic Cafe El G├╝ero Canelo, Boca Tacos, Penca, El Charro, La Parilla Suiza(my favorite), Street Taco and Beer Co., and so many others I can't remember the names of.

Yesterday we went to Taqueria Pico De Gallo.  We were running an errand that took us to the South Side so I Googled "best tacos in South Tucson" and came up with this place.  It's been around for 29 years (good sign!) and the parking lot was full when we arrived.


We ordered three tacos each - birria, barbacoa, and carne asada - along with one green corn tamale, rice and beans, and chips and salsa.

The tamale didn't wow me - it was good, but a little too moist for my liking - but the tacos were fantastic!  The birria and barbacoa were juicy and flavorful and the carne asada was marinated and grilled perfectly.  My favorite part though....the hand made corn tortillas.  Fat and full of flavor, with those uneven edges that make you know someone formed them between their hands, one by one.


My recent taco obsession has been fueled by watching Taco Chronicles on Netflix.  Six episodes, each thirty minutes long, will have your mouth watering halfway through.  You'll learn about Al Pastor, the street food staple of Mexico City brought to Mexico by Lebanese immigrants; Carnitas, which date back to the Aztecs; the slow, laborious process of cooking Barbacoa, and the simplicity of a perfectly marinated Carne Asada.  The shows are in Spanish so use your subtitles if you don't speak the language, and immerse yourself in the rich history, preparation, and love of tacos.


¡Buen Provecho!


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2019: Ornamental Iron
2018: Quonset Quartet
2017: Baltic Gold
2016: 350 Days Of Sunshine Per Year
2015: Tenderly
2014: What Else Is There To Do When It's One Degree Outside?
2013: Packing Up
2012: A Man Can Do All Things If He Will
2011: Spinning Our Wheels
2010: It Takes Two
2009: Buona Sera King Louis
2008: The Newest B & B Trend Might Not Take Off As Expected
2007: Pirelli
2006: Classic Sal
2005: Sorry, no post on this day. The blog didn’t start until May 2005! 

Friday, January 31, 2020

Yellow Gaze

Wow.  It's the end of the month already.  How time flies when you're out of sorts.  

I've been sick since two days before Christmas - first acute bronchitis, then a few days of thinking I was better, then incessant coughing and labored breathing.  Could I have the Wuhan?

I don't have much to report which is why I'm posting a picture of my mother's cat, Daisy Mae.  She doesn't look like a sweet, Southern Daisy Mae (she's not) with that piercing yellow stare, but we haven't seen her in a while and blog posts with photos are always better than posts without.  You're welcome.

I haven't been doing much because the not-breathing thing wears me out, but Ed and I did find some time to make fresh pasta.  I will DEFINITELY be doing that again - SO much easier than I anticipated, and really quite delicious for a first attempt. 

The weather here has been nice but I gotta tell you - and I know the people in the colder climates will want to bonk me over the head for this - I'm reaaaallllly tired of seeing the sun.  The way you feel about long winters with snow and cold is exactly how I feel about 280-something days of sunshine a year.  It's really enough already.  I can't even tell you how happy several overcast days (in a row!) would make me.  


OK, so I just wanted to check in and let y'all know we're still here.  Hope the beginning of this glorious new year has been treating you well.  

Talk to you all soon!




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2019: The Beautiful Cabbage Flower
2018: Waiting In Wilmington
2017: The Wild Life Of Trucking
2016: Special Order
2015: Clooney Was Not At The End Of The Pier
2014: Where They Build Palaces Out Of Corn
2013: Modern Market Girl
2012: A Berry Good Time
2011: Traveling Through Mountain Ranch
2010: Backroads
2009: If Only I Could Fit All Of This Information On A Bumper Sticker…
2008: Gambling Haze
2007: Published
2006: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
2005: Sorry, no post on this day. The blog didn’t start until May 2005!

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Where The Boys Were

The three stones beneath this tree in my backyard were made by my three nephews when they were little boys.  Before Ed and I bought this house from my mother.

They played in the backyard, in the mud, in the stream, building with bricks, digging with shovels, just being boys.

I like looking out my kitchen window and seeing these three reminders lined up beneath that tree.  It makes me smile whenever I catch a glimpse because it takes me back to their little faces, streaked with mud and sweat, glistening in the sun.  When there were no cares.  No homework.  No after-school jobs.  

They were just boys running free.  Taking my heart wherever they went.



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2014: Drill, Baby, Drill
2013: Ruling Color
2012: After This, It’s Time To Close The Left Door For A While
2005: Sorry, no post on this day. The blog didn’t start until May 2005!