from the mixed-up files of a middle-aged mind

A friend of mine was just blogging about the culinary delights found in Heber City and she recounted the experience of eating orgasmic sea bass at the Snake Creek Grille. I realized I've never even tasted regular sea bass, let alone the orgasmic variety. So now I'm curious. Are its arousing qualities inherent in the sea bass itself--dependent on where it was raised, what it was fed or the particular water current patterns in effect during its life span? Or were the specific combination of herbs and spices used in the preparation responsible? Who knows? I'm trying to recall if I have ever been so delighted by a dinner entree. If so, I doubt it would've been seafood. (Although the halibut at Sundance could become habit-forming were I able to afford to taste it more than one time.) Some people are similarly excited by exquisite chocolate, but even Godiva didn't do it for me. However, as I try to recall the best meal I've ever had, I realize a combination of fine ch...

Recently someone asked a small group of us if we had any good resolutions for the New Year. I kindly kept my mouth shut. The only thing I am resolute about is not having any New Year's Resolutions. I am not opposed to goals and I do have lots of ideas of things I'd like to achieve throughout next year. But the same anti-lemming wiring that makes me run screaming from the latest Oprah book or proudly affirm that I had read that book BEFORE they started printing it with Oprah's seal of approval also makes me resist that futile attempt to be a whole new me for no better reason than the brand new calendar hanging on the wall. Maybe it's a result of so many years of failure. I would resolve to be someone different--a kinder, gentler (always thinner) me. But no matter how I tried, I would cling to the same foibles and follies that just seem to be part of who I am. Maybe I am resistant to the apparent hypocrisy I always found watching hundreds of resolute dieters flocking to t...