Bach to Blues brings out the best
Albert Marques looks around and doesn't like what he sees.
Eight plus six equals ‘What is she thinking?’
OK, who among us has ever sat down after a hard day of parenting
Garlic Festival Pitmasters start your fires, and let’s get the party started
Hey, so I really, really like John Melone’s idea of a BBQ competition at the Garlic Festival. It’s a slam dunk match. The son of the late Rudy Melone, co-founder of the festival, could be on to the next big food event at our fest, one that could attract another wave of media attention and add even more zest to the crowd appeal. I watch BBQ Pitmasters on TV. It’s a reality television series which pits three cooks against one another in a timed competition with cash and prizes on the line, including a shot at $50,000 for winning the whole shebang as the Kingsford BBQ Champion. Myron Mixon, the winningest man in BBQ, and BBQ Masters Tuffy Stone and Aaron Franklin are the usual judges. If you like to BBQ or enjoy cooking, it’s a fascinating show filled with a dizzying array of different cookers and methods. Most competitions are held at festivals in the south at places like the Barnesville BBQ and Blues Festival in Georgia, so I’d bet burnt ends from the beef brisket that Myron and company would love to make a beeline for California and the Garlic Festival. The “Pigs in the Park with Garlic” BBQ competition (which I’m sure will have a new name next year) begins at 10:30 a.m. Friday to the right of the Cook-off Stage with the judging at 4:45 p.m. Wander by – maybe they’ll even put out a suggestion box for a new name … Q’d up at the Garlic Fest, Grilling Garlic Gurus, Up in Garlic Smoke ... c’mon, ya’ll got one …
AKA’s South Valley connection
“You will never amount to anything.”
Javier Mendez needed to hear those words only once for it to have a profound effect on his life. Mendez was 12 years old when he heard those words from his dad, Norberto, who died in 1999.
“He only...
One for the ‘Only in California’ file
It was supposed to be dinner and a movie. Instead, it became two movies and a hotdog. And, no, that has nothing to do with “California,” but bear with me.
















