Oh Seattle, you make us feel so old. It was maybe a year ago and some, while we were wallowing in the mud at Sasquatch, clutching our $8 cans of Budweiser, when we finally said to ourselves, "You know what? Outdoor festivals suck." And then we recoiled in horror. Hating festivals is the very definition of getting old, isn't it? Really. There's an accepted narrative explanation of this phenomenon at pseudo-hipster bastions like The......

Oh Seattle, when you repeatedly deliver us crap weather, you leave us no choice but stay home, listen to Dave Brubeck and make crêpes. However, last week’s sweet crepe won’t do; for a day like this, we’ll need something more substantive. Enter: buckwheat. Buckwheat, which is in fact not really a wheat at all, yields a dark speckled flour which you may recall from Japanese soba noodles and blini. When added to crêpe batter, buckwheat......

Sometimes we feel that we are taking our home town for granted. We probably focus on the lousy weather, the passive aggressive nature of the people, the ineffective local government, and the selfish NIMBYs who ruin everything. However, on Sunday as we were driving north on the viaduct we glanced over to see the Olympic Mountains in all of their snow covered glory, and we were reminded that there are few places we would rather......