Last spring, I planted fennel plants, thinking they would produce bulbs. Not so. I’d planted “herb fennel,” a related, but different, plant. It produces anise-flavored seeds, which I’m adding to sandwiches, salads, tostadas, and just chewing on. Utterly delightful. I can’t get enough.
Dolly Parton once noted that there were just three real female singers around—Barbra Streisand, Linda Ronstadt, and Connie Smith. “The rest of us,” she said, “are only pretending.”
Whatever you may think of Kevin Williamson (and I know many some of those I follow on MB loathe sometimes have issues with him), this is sizzling:
It is strange how excessive admiration for the will to power brings out the servility in so many men.
Still, “Come on you Spurs!”
MccGwire’s palette is ethically sourced feathers. (It’s worth opening the image in its own tab.)
He’s my all-time favorite Tottenham player, and it’s not an especially close thing. I will miss his infectious smile, his play, his delightful demeanor. And if anyone deserves to have a statue in front of the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium, it’s Son Heung-Min.
I’ve always loved songs with accordions, concertinas, Hammond B3s, etc. Long ago, I even made mix-tapes with names like: “Songs with Organs, Including Accordions.” Flaco Jiménez was a major presence on those mixes.