Dinner, Dessert, and Coffee.....

Yesterday Wanda left a comment on Facebook regarding the blog entry. She wrote, How much of this is true.....ha ha ha ha ha. I must respond to this, Chuck never lies. 

Every so often I may stretch, embellish, or exaggerate the truth, but I never lie. When she was a little girl Rebeccca would often ask me a question, hear my answer, and look at her mother for confirmation. I can be a very convincing truth stretcher. I'm sure this ability of mine was inherited from my father, sorry, Irving. 

Here's an example of a great story which is, in my opinion, a tad sketchy. 

When the family arrived in Ellis Island they were tested for, among other things, intestinal parasites. They had to supply a stool sample for the test. Now, Irving says he couldn't go but his brother who was in the next stall, did. Scared and concerned he would be held back, he asked his brother to "give him some shit." (although I think he said, crap). He would pantomime the details of the poop exchange. For a kid of five, this was extremely funny.

An interesting note is the family never set foot, or rear end, on Ellis Island. Recently I received information they sailed from Japan on the S.S. Chicago Maru and docked in Seattle on November 27, 1916. Irving was old enough to know what city was their first. I'm sure Ellis Island sounded better and that's fine by me. As for the shit episode, I doubt it happened, but it is a good story.

Hungry? Going out for dinner? How about some of this?

A chef in Japan has created a dirt-based five course meal for about $110 a person. The dirt is a special black soil that is reportedly tested for safety (looking for worms?) then infused into the dishes. Potato and dirt soup with black truffle, eggplant salad with dirt dressing, dirt risotto with sea bass, oriental clams with a top layer of sediment, and dirt ice cream for dessert.

The chef won a contest on a TV cooking show with a sauce made of dirt. The taste tester found the meal, "delicious, without any taste or smell of dirt."

It's supposed to rain today. I think I'll make mud pies for dinner. Maybe have a shittake mushroom soup infused with strained cat litter? 

You decide for yourself, when enough is enough?

Hot coffee in Arizona?

A new restaurant/coffee shop in coming to Scottsdale, it's name? Twin Peaks. It's a place where a person can eat healthy breakfast and lunch or grab a quick coffee served by "bra-istas" wearing short shorts and sports bra tops. 

I'm quoting the owner here, "Our goal is to differentiate ourselves from other breastaurant-style restaurants in that the entire dining experience-including travel time-is guaranteed to take 30 minutes or less." 

Including travel time, how is that possible? Guess they're aiming for the man who wants a morning or afternoon quickie. 

I bet you didn't know today is National Pie Day. Created by the American Pie Council, this celebration began in 1986 to commemorate Crisco's 75th anniversary of "serving foods to families everywhere." I don't think I've seen a can of Crisco since Viola ruled our kitchen. 

This is probably symbolic as a true "National" day requires an act of congress. These days one side would vote only fruit and the other cream pie. Sorry American Pie Council, congress is deadlocked on pie type, you don't get the day. 

So, make, buy, or eat a piece of pie today, and write your congressman. Bringing America together, one piece of pie at a time.

The CEO of the largest bank in America, JPMorgan Chase apologized to shareholders for a "terrible investment mistake" that resulted in a $6.2 billion dollar loss last year. Despite the loss the bank earned a record $21.3 billion dollars in 2012. After an internal review the bonus to the CEO was cut in half to $11 million dollars.

Beyond the cost of milk, gas, and lunch meat, I don't care about economics. I wouldn't understand it if I studied the rest of my life. I can't phantom the stratosphere that is high finance. But I did get a raise this year.

Wow Chuck, you just got a $13 per month raise, are you going to Disneyland?

Nope, I think I'll put 3 1/2 gallons of gas in my car. Now, bring on the pie.