April 20, 1989 |
Wayne Simmons and Rob Woods have the kind of life styles you would expect from guys who run a mattress company--fairly laid-back. Simmons, 48, and Woods, 38, golf, fish, travel and cook together when they're not running W. Simmons Mattress, the Cerritos-based company Simmons and his father founded more than 30 years ago. Business takes the partners to some far-flung places, and they take advantage of their travels to indulge their pleasures....
October 23, 1986 |
Whenever possible, I try to avoid making hors d'oeuvres. Perhaps my impatience gets the best of me and although I enjoy spending time on a complicated terrine or pastry, hors d'oeuvres never quite seem worth the work. These miniature frittatas are an exception. The creation of Nancy Harris, a friend who makes her living as a caterer, this recipe yields about three dozen delicious little cocktail snacks in record time.
February 2, 2007 |
Not long into "Because I Said So," which stars Diane Keaton and Mandy Moore as a mother and daughter bound by a mutual dependence so neurotically obsessive it makes the affair in "Last Tango in Paris" look breezy and wholesome, I was reminded of the pancake-wrapped sausage that Jon Stewart has been waving around lately on "The Daily Show."
July 11, 2003 |
Prosecutors questioned first baseman Randall Simon of the Pittsburgh Pirates before letting him off the hook for hitting one of the Milwaukee Brewers' sausage mascots with his bat during Wednesday night's game. The sheriff's department cited Simon for disorderly conduct and fined him $432. Simon said he didn't mean to knock down the woman, who tumbled to the ground and got a few scrapes but wasn't seriously hurt during the popular costume race at Brewer home games.
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October 27, 1997 |
Feasting on sausage, sauerkraut and ale, revelers celebrated medieval cuisine--and some modern themes too--at the Ventura County Oktoberfest on Sunday. While a brass band in lederhosen played oom-pah-pah music, representatives from GTE pitched the telecommunications giant's online Yellow Pages service in a van filled with computers. And along with an assortment of dark and light ales, thirsty revelers could opt for a cup of mocha latte or bottled mineral water.
November 18, 2009 |
The edge of crispness in the air gets me thinking of drinking reds and specifically Barbera from Italy's Piedmont region. Barbera used to be the workhorse of the region, the everyday wine drunk at lunch, with salumi and simple braised meats. But Barbera d'Alba from Pasquero-Elia is made with as much care as its their much more expensive Barbaresco. Deep in color, with extravagant amounts of bright, juicy fruit (think cherries and blackberries), the 2007 Paitin "Serra Boella" just begs to be drunk with a fat grilled sausage, a bowl of pasta fagioli or a pork roast fragrant with sage.
April 28, 1988
Texas A&M shotputter Randy Barnes, in town to help promote the Pepsi Invitational at UCLA, went to the coffee shop at the Sheraton Plaza La Reina and asked, "What's for breakfast?" "Well," said the waitress, "you can have eggs with bacon or sausage and toast, or sausage with pancake sandwiches, or steak and eggs . . . " "I'll have one of each," Barnes said. "And three milks." An hour later, at Julie's, he was breaking bread with the media at the Southland track writers luncheon.
HOME & GARDEN
February 9, 2013 |
I was 45 minutes late to our first date at Osteria Mozza when the Cute Gardener took one look at me over the rim of his glasses, pushed a menu toward me and asked if I would mind if we just ordered a bunch of plates to share. Flustered from my driving experience -- it took me nearly two hours to get from Venice Beach to Melrose Avenue on the windiest night of the year -- I sputtered: "Yes, you can have bites of all my stuff. " "I can have bites of your stuff?" he asked, in a deep and sexy voice that I have come to love.
February 14, 1993 |
It was just another tragedy in family court. A young crack mother, desperate to conceal her pregnancy, had locked herself in a tenement bathroom and given birth to a three-pound boy. As she pushed, he fell to the floor and broke his skull. The mother abandoned him, like she had two previous babies. All were born addicted to crack. "Can we do anything about this woman?" asks Judge Judith Sheindlin, her voice taut with anger.