Flight Attendant Appreciation Day is long overdue, in my book. In fact, I've decided to basically declare it every day I fly. Allow me to attempt to persuade you to do the same. First, a step back. I grew up in an era where being a stewardess
I came to Palm Springs to visit a friend, and not because I am midmod mad. I know a lot of people who are, and I like the midmod ascetic quite a bit. But unlike my sister Becky, who tosses about phrases like "Sputnik lamp" and "kidney table" like
Skip directly to the Cauliflower Fried Rice recipe, or for loosey-goosey cooks, the step-by-step. Cauliflower fried rice accompanies West Lake Fish, a recipe I need to get up online because it's really tasty. I love rice: long grain, short,
I just hate it when I’ve had a trip planned for a month but I forget one of the fundamentals of modern travel: Airport food is outrageously priced. Airplane food deserves its reputation. (By the way, I have been lucky enough to fly first class,
