fun at work

Since last Memorial Day when Scot, Trish and I went to Bozeman, I've been craving a blackened salmon burrito from La Parrilla. Spinach, rice, salmon, and a ricotta/sun dried tomato spread made even tastier when eaten in paradise. I've dreamt about it, thought about replicating it (but decided it just wouldn't be the same), and generally obsessed over this burrito. Finally, after over a year, while nursing a hangover, I got my burrito.
And it was good. I think I'll have another today.
Oh, the views are pretty good up here too.
In a completely unrelated note, as I was settling in to my hotel room in Bozeman on Friday, I flipped on the television. With the Olympic opening ceremonies about to run on NBC, Fox thought it would capitalize on Olympic fever as well. So, as I was putting away some of my clothing, I watched an orangutan beat a sumo wrestler in a tug-of-war and then a sprinter beat a giraffe in a 100-meter dash. Who needs water polo?

Julia Child is responsible for bringing food into popular culture and expanding the culinary horizons of Americans. She is also responsible for introducing me to he power and possibilities of food, and of the notion of food as passion. It's hard to be too sad at the death of a 91-year-old, especially one who lived as fully as she. But her passion is responsible as much as anyone for my love of food, and my unwavering belief that you can never add too much butter.
I'm in Montana and you're not. 6,000 feet above sea level, surrounded by trees and on the lookout for mountain lions. Tomorrow: Butte.
I'm still working on a recap of the rest of the convention, but as time passes, here are a few basic points:
Though I am uneasy with his new role as Democratic spokesman, Ron Reagan has a pretty good piece in Esquire this month, The Case Against George W. Bush. He was very dry at the convention, but hits the President hard:
But George W. Bush and his administration have taken "normal" mendacity to a startling new level far beyond lies of convenience. On top of the usual massaging of public perception, they traffic in big lies, indulge in any number of symptomatic small lies, and, ultimately, have come to embody dishonesty itself. They are a lie.
Pretty strong stuff.