The beer. Seattle PI's Washington Beer Blog, "Everything beer in the Evergreen State" has coco news, straight from the Raven’s mouth:
The elusive Coco Jones is about to make a rare appearance. I’m not talking about my disowned second cousin, Ms. Coco Jones. Last I heard, cousin Coco was still doing two shows a night in Vegas, proudly walking on the wild side. Nope, not that Coco Jones. Today we are talking about Black Raven Brewing Company’s Coco Jones Coconut Porter.
Release Date is Tuesday March 15th. (I've never done Vegas.)
We need more rich people in the state. ... We need to double the number of rich people, not increase what they pay.
Senator William E. Sharer's answer to New Mexico's economic problems was suggested Wednesday in Senate Corporations and Transportation Committee when he made an improbable comparison between state government, baking and the NBA.
Somehow this reminded Senator Sharer of pie. He expressed the belief that instead of cutting it up differently, we should just get another pie! And the bigger the pie gets the better! About that time pizzas were delivered to the committee room for members and my stomach was growling audibly.
He next attempted to analogize NBA salaries and referred to Michael Jackson instead of Michael Jordan. He said, the NBA expanded the pie a lot. Is pie distributed equally? No! But, even poor guys in the NBA get paid more than people in this room.
One of Rockin' Ray's radical Skyy Dogs was doing his thing at the Isotopes park Mom's Day. The wonderful seats, win, weather, beer, brat and entertainment made Sunday afternoon sublime and cast a happy afterglow well into Monday. Happy afterglow, not a hangover.
Below a photo of fabled Coco Jo - the mint chocolate cookie made in California somewhere that could save their economy. It's like a Girl Scout Thin Mint on steroids or all Tim Burtonized like Helena Bonham Carter's head.
I bought a bunch of Coco Jos in November for Christmas gifts. Didn't get one? No one did. I tasted one. Ate them all. When I went back to get more they were gone. Now they're back.
They're worth every one of the multiple dollars each costs and I'd order them online if I thought I wouldn't just eat an entire carton of them. With mint tea.
Not really. Not so much. No. But that's what corn refiners want us to think.
When I say that high-fructose corn syrup is the devil and we should tax
the hell out of it, it won't surprise my few, regular, dear readers.
They know I also feel strongly about land development, off-road
vehicles and feeding dogs from the table. When the all-powerful
corn lobby sees this they should know my range, so to speak.
From the San Francisco Chronicle
is this overly-balanced, heavily-edited treasure. Important information but you'd think
King Corn was in the house by the way it was written. Read the whole thing for context, but
here's the sicky-sweet nougat wedged between qualifiers in a long
article that the corn lobby hopes you won't read.
There's a live parade camat Napolean and St Charles and lots of videos and pics like this one online in the Times Picayune. Watch Drew Brees as Bacchus thowing little golden footballs to the crowd during the RexBacchus parade Sunday.
French for Fat Tuesday, it's not just cheap beads and anonymous orgying
(not that there's anything wrong with that). Mardi Gras is the day
before Ash Wednesday, when Catholics begin the Lenten 40 days of
penance, prayer and cleansing before Easter. Traditionally, Mardi Gras
was a night of eating rich food, the better to endure the lean days of
Lent. New Orleans embraced the concept with typical passion. It seems
like half the regional recipes start with a cup of heavy cream (not
that there's anything wrong with that, either). ...
Food goes beyond the plate. There's its traditions, how its sourced,
its romance and history, the powerful associations it evokes. You can't
eat these things and yet they deepen your experience and appreciation
of your food. They add their own spice. They make you care. ... Food at its source tastes of the spirit of
a place and in New Orleans, that meanslaissez les bon temps rouller.