The meaning of shrimp
I understand why some people don’t like shrimp. They say they got sick on it once, or it tastes too fishy, or it doesn’t have any taste at all. They are people who have...
I understand why some people don’t like shrimp. They say they got sick on it once, or it tastes too fishy, or it doesn’t have any taste at all. They are people who have...
I have a theory about people who eat at Olive Garden and think it’s Italian food. I believe they are the same people who get a hickey and think they’ve received oral sex. The...
I was going to make chicken enchiladas tonight, and I probably would have if I hadn’t walked into the kitchen and seen a pear in the snack bowl. That’s always where things get weird...
It’s no secret that the iPhone camera is just about the the only bad thing about the current generation of the device. As it is, the iPhone is like Marilyn Monroe with a goiter–almost...
The wife and I were massaging the Google calendar for the next few months when she mentioned that Camp Fun started in June. I was immediately intrigued. The possibilities were endless. I pictured a...
Our lungs had not yet been fully coated with the smoke of 500 chain smoking, leather-faced Argentinian gamblers. The middle aged women looked like their makeovers came courtesy of Rawlings after the catchers mitts...
Punta del Este, Uruguay–The cabbie drove a straight path through s-shaped curves at 120 kilometers per hour. When the olive-skinned Uruguayan was a child, there no doubt his crayons ran outside the lines. The...
It was a cold rain by the time I fell asleep Saturday night. By Sunday afternoon, half-dollar sized flakes were dropping from the sky with nothing resembling grace. It was a wet, sloppy snow...
Busy, busy over here, so here’s just a quick follow-up to a post from last week. After posting about the food you should make at home rather than buying it at a store, my...
If you had asked me what I hoped to be doing the first time my son announced he had seen a hoo-haw, I would’ve said “cooking bacon.” Men are men around bacon. I knew...
A few of Christmas Eve’s past, I was at my folks’ house in Missouri. Mom and the aunts had prepared a giant spread for the appropriately giant family. My mom had spent the day...
Despite not being officially on the road this week, I am road-busy. I have two or three irons in the fire. Add that to my normal workload and a quick trip at week’s end,...
‘Deep dish is pizza like Olive Garden is Italian’ –Anthony Bourdain on Chicago pie I don’t think I’ve made any secret about my admiration for Anthony Bourdain. His ability to mix snark with cerebral...
When I’m on the road, cooking is among the top five things I miss. I’m no chef, nor do I want to be. I’m also not the best cook in the world, but I...