Several years ago, on my birthday, the Future Spousal Unit and I were relaxing on a beach in northern San Diego county, killing time before dinner with friends.
As we sat there, a blimp flew in front of us, following the shoreline.
It told me I would have a good year.
Today's my dad's birthday. I'm on the road and can't be with him today, but Happy birthday, Dad! Check out his Mail Pouch Tobacco "barn," and when you're done, watch the video below, of the Pickin' Chicken Race Riots of 1968.
(If you've heard him tell this story before, watch it again anyway. Part of the charm is hearing it frequently. Or so I was told growing up.)
It was time for the annual question: What should I cook* for my birthday? I had a bottle of a birth-year wine, a 1976 Burgess Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon that I wanted to drink this year, figuring that it wouldn’t get any better at this point, so I needed something that would pair with the wine.
My Coke Rewards registration (taken a while ago). Click to embiggen.
(Guess why I posted this today.)
