Truffled watermelon salad — perfect for a sunny August day.
It’s August in Seattle, and by most accounts summer has tentatively sprung. I spent last Sunday on the boat, partaking in the Seafair festivities.
It’s August in Seattle, and by most accounts summer has tentatively sprung. I spent last Sunday on the boat, partaking in the Seafair festivities.
Is there any way to find fault with an event that features a handsome Latino winemaker, a casino, Mexican food cooked over fire on an outdoor patio and the almost-certain promise of early-August sunshine?
Are you the kind of person who wakes up to a piping hot mug of rendered bacon fat in the morning instead of coffee? If so, then you were probably at Burning Beast — a hedonistic feast of all things mighty, muscled and meaty.
With dust on his boots and suspenders hugging his abs just tightly enough to reveal their muscled tone, Joel Salatin is the embodiment of the Hot Farmer.
There is a long weekend ahead and you are tired of the same old Independence Day festivities. How much red, white and blue jello salad can one person eat before they turn into a gelatinous hot mess capable of nothing greater than blowing up the neighbor’s mailbox with Roman Candles clandestinely purchased from a nearby fireworks stand?
A fresh-off-the-press book landed in my lap this week that I have to share with you. It contains secrets within that will spice up an ailing love life — or possibly even get you laid — through the glorious means of food. It’s called the “Food Lovers’ Guide to Seattle” and the author is Keren Brown, a woman Martha Stewart herself calls a “doer.”
There is nothing more sensual than a naked body swathed in seaweed. It’s a mermaid-meets-Poseidon fantasy come to life. While this may not be the exact premise of Seaweed 101: A Seaweed Harvesting Adventure, I’m sure it could be arranged.
On June 25th at 7:30pm there are some rock and roll stars coming to the Moore Theater – and they plan to tear the roof off the mutha and get you bitches dancing. Their names are The David Grisman Sextet and Michael Shrieve’s Spellbinder.
A mere two hours from Seattle there is a village tucked inside of another town tucked inside of a country that is not our own. It’s called Steveston, British Columbia and it sits inside Richmond — otherwise known as Vancouver’s dim sum-dappled little sister.