“Hey,” I said to Stu the other night. He looked up from the book he was reading and I set mine down in my lap. “Would you call me a parent?”
“Well – yeah. I mean, you parent.”
I brought my gaze back down to my book and thought about that. I parent. As in, the verb. [read more ...]
What can I say about these? They’re a retro classic, a lovable throwback to childhood while still managing to be somewhat sophisticated and adult.
In my flurry of avoidance baking and cooking last week, I threw together the dough before starting in on the evening’s dinner preparation. I’m typically irritated by desserts that require “resting” time. A [read more ...]
There are times when, in deciding what to do for dinner, I say to myself “What can I make that requires the most work possible, as well as the maximum number of dirtied pots and pans?” I then go ahead and make it. Well, not exactly. That is what my cognizant mind says. My subconscious mind [read more ...]
Sometimes recipes don’t turn out the way I planned.
All day long yesterday I dreamed of quinoa patties bursting with chickpeas and cashews, then pan-fried in a skillet. Hell if I know what gave me the idea; we had a bag of red quinoa that seemed to be calling out my name and the rest just [read more ...]
Did you know that Jay-Z and Usher wrote a song called Hot Tottie? I did not. The spelling is puzzling, but all the same, the name is familiar.
Apparently this juicy musical morsel is over a year old, but it’s new to me. I’ve always sort of believed that I’m a 74-year-old trapped in a 24-year-old’s body, so [read more ...]
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