“Woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt.” Wait, that was a line from a Johnny Cash song. Not my song this past weekend, but it could have been if I hadn’t watched myself, or maybe it was my gal keeping an eye on me.
It began Saturday morning at Black Bear Diner. Let me just give a big ol’ thanks to Arnold and Linda Recalde for the biggest birthday candle I have ever seen. Oh yes, and the strawberry shortcake with whipped cream it towered above, delivered by waitresses, the bubbly Yuli, Kim, et al. wasn’t too bad either. I even shared it with the fun bunch at the table. As a memento manager Rob Achee gave me a framed photo of the candle, cake and me.
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The Mexican Kitchen returns. Albeit at a new location and just for one day. What a lunch Lawrence and Debbie Samora served at the Elks Lodge on Saturday. Using recipes from his mother who owned the famed Mexican Kitchen on Yosemite Avenue just two doors down from the Madera Theater, he had people “wowing” and saying “yummy” and “delicious,” with the first bite off every plate served. It was not the 1950s or 60s again, but thanks to the Samoras, we experienced the great taste of what it was like in those terrific times.
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It wasn’t over either. Returning home my gal announced she was buying me “birthday dinner” at the Vineyard. Somehow I found room in my tummy for their wonderfully scrumptious raviolis and a toast of vino to yours truly. It was also nice seeing old friends Dan and Virginia Whistler having dinner...