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Hot Peppers and Weenies
I am sitting here at the most popular southern style cuisine restaurant the farthest corners from where I grew up. The atmosphere is comfortable, energetic and the smells are strong of Cajun spices, heavy paprika, hot peppers, and freshly fried summer squash. On their specials menu I notice they have “Spicy, Pickled Peppers and Links”. Calling the waiter over with a wave of my hand I ask, “What is this like?” “It is our new idea for www.onedoor.ccwhat to do with hot dogs, they are pickled in spicy hot sauce with hot peppers and pickling stuff I think”, he tells me with a juvenile enthusiasm that travels to...
Signs
“Hi. Hello. I’m looking for a sign.” Liza started to lift up the paper she was holding, but the short man she’d hoped would provide the answer simply shook his head at her and walked away.“Lady, aren’t we all?”If this had been a project on social behaviors in a small town, Liza would have struck gold. It would have been even better if her project had been a study of how outsiders in a tourist village were treated. No, she just had to come to Corolla to study history and not even anything as interesting as the wild horses or the nearby lighthouse. Liza was a landlubber searching for a sunken sh...
Disappearing Act
The footage is grainy and overexposed in that way only old camcorder videos can be, hazy like a memory. It has been filmed with an unsteady hand and a penchant for zooming in and out, constantly shifting and refocusing, young faces and carefree smiles growing larger and smaller as the cameraman fixates on each pair of sunburnt cheeks in turn.I’ve never particularly cared for being on camera, and on the screen I see my smile dim as I realise the camcorder is pointed my way, brow creasing and blue, popsicle-stained lips puckering. After a few seconds of my clearly ineffectual stink-eye, I turn a...
how to cook adobo
My cooking is a lousy business. My mother makes it worse.No one is born a great cook. One learns by doing. So I don't understand why mother expected me to know already what to do in the kitchen.My kitchen is as tidy as the ones in the Ikea showroom. In lovely green and an environmentally conscious themed kitchen. For weeks, the pans have not touched anything but thin air, and the most useful thing in this place is the microwave.And then mother calls me and shatters my completely perfect circle of life. She's coming.So here I am, in the middle of my visually appealing kitchen, staring at the in...