Tag Archives: Kitchen

My Sandwich Chef

My almost 22-year-old daughter has been inventing in the kitchen, based on whatever’s available in the house, interestingly diverse meals. “Whatever’s available” is almost always a variety of foods drawn from the tastes of her parents (my wife and me) who are descendants of Eastern European Jews and Japanese.

What Do You Think?

I think this sandwich is an interesting example. It consists of a sliced chunk of Trader Joe’s organic baguette drizzled with extra virgin olive oil, a few slices of dried Italian salami, a slice of LASCCO Nova lox, smashed avocado, sliced tomato, laced with Sriracha and Japanese Kewpie mayonnaise.

Sound good to you? It’s not quite my cup o’ tea, but it looked interesting enough I wanted a picture. Note as well, she’s always considering presentation, in addition to flavor.


More Zoomey Tunes

Here are a few more photos I took around the house. Just looking for interesting patterns, especially when zoomed in real close. I’m also experimenting a bit with WordPress’s various blocks for presenting photos. Here I’m using the slideshow block.


The Ubiquity of Communication

Don't bother me.
The guy has it tough, yeah?

The other night I was sitting in the family room and our (formerly) male cat, Zack, was sitting on my lap enjoying me showering affection on him. As I’m petting him I’m talking and, mostly, using his name and telling him how much I love him and what a good cat he is . . . and he is, perhaps, one of the best cats I’ve encountered in my life. He is one of those cats that craves human company and follows us around the house seeking it. He’s really a great cat.

I was just relaxing, no doubt getting as much out of giving affection as Zack was out of receiving it, and I found myself thinking about how I communicate with him. He clearly knows his name, or does he? He responds when I call him, frequently by loping over from wherever he might be to receive a quick pet or a scritch. However, he’ll do that pretty much regardless of whether I’m saying his name or using some other term of endearment – and there are many, including just cooing at him in stupid, abject drooly-talk.

He seems to recognize all of them, so is he responding to his name, one of his many nicknames, some blathering expression of unbridled affection, or just the sound of my voice, which he no doubt also associates with food? Actually, given that I’m not really engaging him in meaningful conversation, does it really matter? He seems to always get the message. Maybe it’s just that he’s a slut for affection. I know all about that :).