With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, I have the perfect guest to join me on my Born To Talk radio show, Patricia Rose. Tune in to www.latalklive.com or www.ustream.tv/channel/la-talk-live starting at 1:00 PT on Monday, February 13th to hear her story that started in her home town of Minneapolis and brought her to Los Angeles in…
Melody Bar And Grill
Does your community have a neighborhood bar, like Cheers where everybody knows your name? Well mine does and it’s been in operation since 1952. When it first opened it was simply the Melody Bar, today it is the Melody Bar and Grill.www.melodylax.com While there have been several owners since it first opened, I’m happy to introduce…
Chef Melissa Mayo
When it comes to eating we can fall into a few categories. There are those that love to cook, there are those to love others to cook. Some of us are very happy setting the table and doing the dishes if someone would just cook for us! I happen to fall into the category if…
The Food I Didn’t Cook
In keeping with the food theme this week, I thought I’d share a wonderful restaurant experience I had with my “foodie” friends. I’m always excited when I get to take a food adventure with them. This is the New Bay Seafood Restaurant in Alhambra, California. I had never tasted Deep Fried Lobster…it’s as good as…
The Food I Ate
Funny how putting something in writing holds you accountable for your actions. I suppose that’s why diet journals are successful. When we last visited I had marveled at 3 meals I made last year. That is so pathetic. It’s not to say that I only cooked 3 times in an entire year, but truly, nothing…
The Food I’ve Cooked
Dear Diary, I have a confession to make. Since it’s a diary, I just know it will stay private!! I have a key somewhere, probably in that attic of confusion. I don’t cook. That’s it. I could cook, but something keeps getting in the way. I have some inklings as to why this keeps happening….
Tradition…hum from Fiddler on the Roof
As we enter the holiday season it provides an opportunity to reflect on the year and appreciate the future, through traditions. Thanksgiving 1969 was when my parents met my future husband for the first time. Moments like that are hard to forget. But I sure don’t remember what we ate. I wasn’t a huge fan…