The chickens are laying again, the greens and onions are up, and the days are getting longer: Brunch season is here. I've been practicing a simple dish of poached eggs served on a bed of spinach and asparagus, garnished with crispy pieces of salt pork or bacon. Sometimes I drench the whole business in a blanket of hollandaise sauce. Or more often, it’s a blanket of failed hollandaise that I resurrect to perfection with mayonnaise and a microwave. Read all about it in this week’s Food section.
Vintage covers from lesbian pulp novels.
The first Santa Fe spice arrest.
Steven Seagal is being sued.
Delicious sounding egg in an onion ring. *[8pm]original site is down because everyone wants to know how to make these delicious eggs.
The stoning of Iraqi emo kids has begun.
Rush Limbaugh and other conservative talk show hosts are losing advertisers faster than fleas jumping off a dead rat.
No cowbells or saxophones allowed under Nazi rules for jazz.
Watch this guy completely lose his shit over a role playing game.
Dick Clark's nifty Flintstones home is for sale.
Today is the anniversary of the earthquake and tsunami that hit Japan in 2011.
There is a deadly Phillipine bus thing.
The world’s largest traffic jam enters its ninth day.
In Chile, 33 trapped miners are ok.
A few bad eggs.
Albuquerque didn’t make the list of ten most-tattooed cities.
Unravel the mysteries of Trader Joe’s.
There are reports of Black-Eyed Kids in Ohio.
There are alligators in New York.
We need 12-character passwords now.
Has the Chocolate Cafe closed?
Neil Patrick Harris held a fundraiser for Musical Theater Southwest.
A guy tried to steal a kid’s bike.
New Mexico is getting a bunch of Federal money for broadband improvements.
Happy birthday, Barbara Eden.