My Special Talent. (It’s Not Making Poached Egg.)
I can’t remember whether I’ve ever told you, but I have a very special talent. Read the rest of this gem…
I can’t remember whether I’ve ever told you, but I have a very special talent. Read the rest of this gem…
Destination: Rosemary Beach, Florida
You know, it just hit me — just last night, like a fist to the cheekbone — that I’m going to be seeing my brother, my sister, and my father over the course of a week starting Thursday, and that seeing all three of them in such close proximity of timing is a rarity rated up there with lightning strikes and Nessie sightings. Read the rest of this gem…
Fried Couscous Salad recipe and a little insight about my child-free spending priorities.
Food.
What can I say? I love it. I love it so much that I sometimes watch the scene from Spanglish where Adam Sandler makes The Sandwich on repeat. I love it so much that I plan whole days, weeks, vacations around its consumption. Read the rest of this gem…
I was going to name this post something like “My Mother’s Secret Balls” or “Real Domestiphobes Like Balls Any Time Of Year,” but I didn’t. Which I think it a true testament to how far I’ve come, maturity-wise, since that time I kept talking about nipples.
Well, It’s New Year’s Eve, my 5:00 a.m. wake up caused by a splitting headache caused by a couple of snot-filled sinuses caused by a head cold caused by frigid, rainy weather and an obviously moody and vengeful God. Read the rest of this gem…
I never thought I’d say this, but for a very brief and recent period of my life, I was actually getting a little tired of eating out. Read the rest of this gem…
Sometimes I think we forget this is real life. Read the rest of this gem…
If there’s one huge peeve I have in this world, it’s when a person says to me, “I don’t like [insert some food here] and I will absolutely never eat it under any circumstances for as long as I live forever and ever amen.” Read the rest of this gem…
Oy.
Lately I feel like this blog has become nothing but a representation of the gluttonous feast that has become my life. Read the rest of this gem…