Dear Erik's Rants and Recipes...

What's the deal? I tried to view some new content at noon, and I have been put on hold ever since then. What sort of outfit is this?

Well, we understand. We really do. Our aim is to please. Your visit truly is very important to us. Our readers are our passion.

Speaking of passion, this is an expression I am eagerly waiting for the end of. The winner in silly passions? The North Beach Garage on Vallejo Ave. in San Francisco. Parking is Our Passion.

If parking is your passion, let me be the first to declare that your life is tragically misguided.

As it would be if gin were your passion, but I can at least understand a passion for gin. Gin is fun. Gin tastes good. And, sure, it is fun and good to find a parking place, but to have a passion for parking? That is just macabre.

Our whole culture is heading for the macabre, though. People brag about their passions (in public even). They talk about their diets as if their entire well-being in this life and the next depended on it. They believe that truth should and can be settled by vote.

These are symptoms of a bad, bad sickness.

But that is all beside the point, which is this: why is Erik slowing down the content these last couple of days?

And the answer is: Erik is cooking for a wedding reception this Saturday, and is busy preparing all week. So, please forgive me if posting is down to one little post a day until Sunday night (or even Monday, depending on how quickly I spring back into action).

Meanwhile, we have this nice loop of the Four Seasons played on a DX-7...