prickly pear documentarianism.

Oy, having trouble keeping up with my own detritus. Even though this is way more posting than normal, there's so much I've done here in Phoenix that I haven't written about that it's hard to imagine when I'll get to it.

Everyday fascination with America, Americans, toddlers, parents and so forth aside, there's been all kinds of food zooming by untouched by my greasy lens. We've had dinner out a few times, including (at opposite ends of the spectrum) Sea Saw and Z'tejas; I'm still cooking through Cradle of Flavor, the twins are still eating all kinds of morbidly fascinating garbage, and I'm continuing to find interesting cookbooks stashed here and there on the premises.

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