
One of Orange County’s older dining establishments. No joke.

This is the look of separation anxiety. Even though a) I’m in the car with her, and b) K was only gone for about 5 minutes.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.

One of Orange County’s older dining establishments. No joke.

This is the look of separation anxiety. Even though a) I’m in the car with her, and b) K was only gone for about 5 minutes.

This was a hell of a zucchini.

This angle shows the real size better. It was bigger than a double-decker bus!

Breakfast Verdict: Meat-lover’s omelet, grits, and biscuit at the Black Bear Cafe’. Omelet was good, with plenty of meat, the biscuit was good and flaky. The grits were lousy. Tasteless and watery yet lumpy at the same time. Blech.
Book Verdict: Sackett by Louis L’Amour. Lots of fun. Vivid writing, immersive descriptions of Western landscapes that the author clearly loves, and a flair for exciting action. Easy, enjoyable light writing. Picked it up at a used book store, which is where it will likely end up again.

Breakfast was OK. Too much grease in the chorizo and too much bread overall. The smoothie was first class.

That’s me. Ms. Bigfoot Tee!

Easter dinner with Friends-Who-Are-Family. Resistance is futile.

A day with Porto’s goodies is a great day.

The greatest of all patty melts, from Bunz!

An Ikea feast!

Home-made. Not by me, but I took the picture.
Nice work, K!


My kind of place. And they sell God’s own bacon.

*Just* out of reach.

So very strange, so delicious.