Glorious Food

The smallest gourmet sampled carrots and gave them less than rave reviews this weekend.

Are you sure carrots are edible?

Later in the week his grandfather inquired, with almost the same facial expression,

Are you sure edamame are edible?

"Oh, even if they're not, they sure are colorful, n'est-ce pas?"

Sorry, Dude ... My Bad

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

We used to take the kids to baseball games ..... now they take us. In fact, for several summers we owned (with friends) season tickets to the Cincinnati Reds' games. My father was an incredibly loyal, unwavering, life-long Reds fan. His number one grandson, pictured here last weekend outside the ball park in Arlington, Texas, not so much. He is a more fickle fan, having had a fling with both the Tigers and the Rockies, but now, as you can see by the attire, we're totally on base with the Rangers.

We've been having a bit of rain here in the Dallas metroplex, but we don't let inclement weather dampen our enthusiasm. And yes, this is the stadium where the overly enthusiastic fan tumbled over the deck when he reached for a foul ball last week. My advice: just buy a baseball if you want one.

Inside with the boys and the beers and the brats. What could be more fun? Yeah, we know. The World Cup, and Wimbledon, and LeBron, and yada yada yada; but Baseball is America's Pasttime. Right up there with Mom and Apple Pie.

Washed Up

Ever feel like a fish out of water? I won't lie to you; I miss the beach. However, now that the Gulf has become an oil retention tank, I wonder whether the Sunshine State can break through the clouds. Hurricanes are bad enough, but black gold gone postal??? At first, it seemed Texas might be spared the gusher's wrath and I was able to console myself with thoughts of treks to Galveston or Port Aransas, maybe even Padre Island. That dream was dashed when tar balls washed up on the beach north of Galveston this weekend (as if they haven't suffered enough). And why do you think the media has settled on the term tar ball? Maybe that seems less icky than the ugly gooey sticky slimy globs they really are. And people, I don't care how much you paid for your vacation on the sand, you don't want to get in the water with those things. That's just as crazy as jumping in with the jelly fish. Another euphemism - tar balls and jelly fish: sounds like the daily special at a seafood restaurant. So, for now, my beach is my bath tub. Last one in .............