Um, my mother with a pair of scissors?: Food Gal plays Dr. Freud, offering up the foodie equivalent of a Rorschach test in a wide-pixel photo of glistening piquillo peppers. Queries Food Gal: What do these peppers look like to you? (She reckons they look like the Rolling Stones tongue logo.) One commenter -- a Mrs. L -- takes what's better left subliminal and goes all borderline TMI: I can't tell you what I first thought of because children might be reading this blog. You go, Mrs. L.
Old school: We know print journalism is dying, but does the Chron have to be so obvious about it? In Between Meals, exec food editor Michael Bauer fields yet another letter from a reader who sounds really, really dinosaur-y. About dimly lit restaurant: Please provide a small disposable flashlight on the table for customers to use to read the menu and even take with them. Would also be a low cost advertising idea for them. Yes, we need brighter restaurants! And menus with bigger print! And more places should open at 4 p.m.! Please, Chron, please: Don't make this any more painful than it needs to be.