I just saw a flyer describing Portland as having "the most vibrant urban chicken coop scene in the country." Which may explain why our friend, Joan, couldn't snag a slot in Saturday's annual Tour de Coops, a walking/biking tour of 25 backyard hen houses, including the mayor's. Competition was just too stiff.

Voila. Boysenberries this time. Recipe below.

In the last decade or so, air travel has become more associated with awful food than ever before.  I miss the days of kvetching about airplane food in your most highly-flavored Seinfeld voice, back when there was such a thing as airplane food.  Nowadays, the buying of provisions must occur before you scan your ticket at the gate, lest you spend $9 on a damp sandwich en-route.