Showing posts with label california. Show all posts
Showing posts with label california. Show all posts

Friday, May 16, 2008

Halleluiah: California Does Something Right


Yesterday, the Supreme Court of California, in a move both bold and sensible, overturned the ridiculous, discriminatory ban on gay marriage. Even the Governator said he "will not support an amendment to the constitution that would overturn this state Supreme Court ruling." The conservative wackos are already waging the usual campaign of bigotry, ignorance, intolerance, fear, and hatred. Let's pray (yes, I said pray) that the ruling stands and our lovely, but flawed state, can at least get this thing right.

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Wednesday, February 6, 2008

In Praise of Citrus

There are many things that drive my crazy about California: the exorbitant price of housing, the preponderance of Ugg boots/flip flops (at the same time, no less) on college campuses, and governance by proposition. Yes, there is definitely a surcharge to live in California, but it's one I'm willing to pay during these temperate winter days that bring the glories of citrus season. Behold my recent citrus purchases from the farmer's market—sweet little satsumas, decadently juicy blood oranges, and a new discovery: the enormous Tahitian pummelo (sometimes spelled pomelo).
The Tahitian pummelo was described by the teenage vendor as having a very sweet lemon-lime flavour similar to Sprite. I'd actually describe it as more Squirt-like; the lemon-lime is cut with a faint hint of pink grapefruit. I'm already dreaming of the cocktail possibilities: the Tahitian Pummelo Margarita (Tahitian pummelo juice and silver agave tequila with a splash of Cointreau) or the Tahitian Pummelo Martini (two parts Grey Goose vodka, one part limoncello, one part Tahitian pummelo juice). It would be hilarious to garnish a drink with a ridiculously large half-slice of pummelo. The only problem: the juice from one of these over-sized beauties would yield enough for about a dozen martinis. No matter. They're quite nice for breakfast, too.