Faster Food

I have been living on fast food for the past six weeks. I have eaten more burgers, fries, etc. in that time than I did in my entire life except high school, when I would eat about 8 Whoppers before and after football practice. And then go home and eat dinner with the family. ThatContinue reading “Faster Food”

Ouch

Or like my Uncle Mike used to say, “two big ouches!” No, not the pain of umpteen unnecessary needles for yet another useless lab, not the pain-in-the-ass newbie who won’t let me even try to get a few hours of sleep, and certainly not the minimal inconvenience of having six stents placed in my heart.Continue reading “Ouch”

We’re Not in Kansas Anymore

So far, we are in a pink cloud syndrome since we moved to Ohio. My decision to move Domestic Despot Osama bin KAREN closer to her family is validated every time I see her face light up at the sight of her sister and her nieces and nephews. Every time I look outside or driveContinue reading “We’re Not in Kansas Anymore”

Home Sweet Home

We executed the contract yesterday and now we can finally rest from the frenetic cross-country Death Ride out from Arizona. We get to pack up all our belongings, unload the Highlander, and let our two loyal furry friends into their big privacy-fenced back yard. I think they are even entertaining the thought of swimming inContinue reading “Home Sweet Home”

Jam or Jelly?

Okay, your toast just popped up all golden brown and warm and ready to spread. What is your choice? If it is fresh-churned butter, you might not use anything else before macking out. A friend of mine uses a loaf of French bread sliced in half, 1/2# of butter, poi, topped with chunky peanut butter,Continue reading “Jam or Jelly?”

Butter

I love butter. No, I’m not gonna marry it. I do eat way too much butter and that stems from my time in haute cuisine. Everything had butter in it. I would keep a 50-gallon pot of it going at all times in my fine dining kitchens. The butter remained perfectly clarified with just theContinue reading “Butter”

Pancakes

Pancakes rock. When I was a kid, I could eat a stack of them all drizzled with butter and a river of maple syrup. As I got older, I sort of lost my appetite for them. Unless it was two or three in the morning and I had a snootful of VO and Budweiser. AfterContinue reading “Pancakes”