There’s a table in my laundry room that is probably haunted. I took it from the basement of the Diner (yes, Mickey’s has a basement, most are amazed to discover) when it became obvious it didn’t fit (for the basement is, as one might expect, puny, awkward, and un-plumb). It was most likely put there…

It all started with pride. I take pride in cooking things for folks that they otherwise might not enjoy. I’ve had enough success to know it’s not my cooking per se, rather the abundance of bad cooking out there. Anyway, enter clams. I can’t remember if they’re something she didn’t like until I made them,…

  Any wise guys coiling to make clever comments, like how I’ve been using too much of my own supply, can go ahead and stow it for a second. Please take a moment and look past my puffy appearance to appreciate the lovely people and plates as captured by Katie Thering (of Kage Imagery) at…