Many of us bloggers wrestle with the amount of time we spend cooking, photographing, writing, and promoting ourselves. Often we arrive at a crossroads- is it worth it? Should I quit? The fact of the matter is, I couldn’t quit if I tried. I would feel like my child had been ripped from my useless arms without this blog. Read more

Just when I think it might be nice to gnaw on a simple roast and gaze contentedly out the frost-paned window whilst puffing on a pipe wearing a sweater with elbow patches, THE DARK SIDE CREEPETH FORTH. The Dark Side has a voice and it sounds suspiciously like James Earl Jones. I’m at the butcher shop, fingers fondling an enticing slab of chuck, and The Dark Side says, “How the hell are you going to modernize a roast, Salty? You have a reputation to uphold- go buy some sustainable Ahi tuna and update Ahi Poke. It’s so tired with those boring wontons and gloppy salsa. Make it new, fresh and hip or I will chase you down the street with the giant roast you’re clutching and I’ll throw it at your head and it will land on your face and you’ll hereto forth be known as Roast Face rather than Salty Seattle.  Do you really think Roast Face would be a good name for a blog? I didn’t think so. Now take off that nubbly sweater and those hideous rain boots, put on your big girl panties and a pair of stilettos, and feed me something clever.” Read more

*Before we jump into cooking for Charlie Sheen, I wanted to share a video of yours truly whipping up Green Eggs and Ham and stirring up silliness on local talk show, New Day Northwest. Enjoy!
If you’re like me, you’re beyond tired of hearing about the tigerblood-addled antics of Charlie Sheen. It’s a sad state of affairs when the world cares more about Charlie and his two sets of young, dumb funbags than, say, eradicating poverty. I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. Plus, I’m killing two birds with one stone as I’m a. feeding hungry souls and b. whipping up a little potion that should send Sheen straight to the land of nod.

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