Blue Whales–No Longer Like A Mermaid Fairy Tale

I first whale watched in the 1980s as the grey whale began showing a comeback after years of slaughter. Enterprising fishing vessels hauled curious humans to observe the grey whale migration just off the California coast. For me, it was like a first injection of some addictive narcotic—but good for me.

Liberated Time and Some Fur for Ambassador’s Work

The good news about my unemployable circumstances  is my liberated time.  For most of my adult years unrestricted time was an illusive  luxury.  Between parenting, career building, and life maintenance, my personal quality time was like a failed reduction sauce of  limited moments with the evening news and occasional bubble baths. Yesterday, with three hours of my unhampered  time, I donned my royal blue jacket and hat that bear the official Friends of the Elephant Seal (FES) logo, and I stood on  the rocky Piedras Blancas bluffs–a place located []

Alton Brown’s Chat With Monterey Bay Aquarium

Foodies visit “the muse” every day.  Thanks!  Chef daughter, Chef Dakota Weiss is a strong proponent of sustainable foods and has been in the forefront of this movement for years.  She once said, “I can’t imagine why a chef would think any differently about sustainability.”  BTW here’s the latest review on Dakota and the Dining Room at Shangri-la:  http://www.justluxe.com/lifestyle/dining/feature-747202.php Today’s newsfeed from Sea Notes features an interview with Food Network star, Alton Brown.  So, just in case you don’t get this feed, []

A Quest for the Daily Good

Because I own and drive a vehicle, live in a home thick with petroleum-based products, and the miscellaneous impacts of my carbon footprint, I am a part of this ecological nightmare’s cause.

Maybe The Dalai Lama Is On To Something

To say that my heart dropped to the lowest ocean depths possible with the BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, and to say that my fury with loud mouthed hypocritical politicians and their pundits has raised my blood pressure to blast me out from the lowest ocean depths, is more than a marginal metaphor.

The Chef Chronicles: Chef Rahm Fama

When the same search term shows up on this blog’s statistics, I smell buzz, interest and something’s going on.  “Rahm Fama” and variations of his name, keep showing in my search engine terms.  So, I’m smelling meat. Really.  Meat.  As I reported in January https://charmainesmusepallet.wordpress.com/2010/01/06/chef-rahm-fama-vegetarians-be-advised/   vegetarians and PETA advocates, be advised, Chef Fama, “a kid from Santa Fe,”  was under consideration for a new Food Channel program, Meat Masters.  Rahm slayed the bull and won the position.  Chef Rahm Fama  is The Meat Master and []

The yin and yang of writing

And that, perhaps, is the purpose of memoirs. Really, who gives three flying pigs about my life? Much more interesting tales have and will be told. But at the same time, the writer in me wishes to connect with her readers and render that commonality we share. You know, ring a bell, strike a chord, hit a nerve.