My recent lack of food-related posts has been gnawing at a tender place in the back of my mind for a few weeks. To be fair to me, I did have my hand cut open in June, which required a few weeks of leaving my schmancy knives in the drawer. I’d love to tell you…
Tag: family
A Song Like a Doorstop
Think about those springy doorstops, the kind that taper up to a white rubber nub at the end, and go “sproioioioioioioing!” when you step on them accidentally while bringing in the groceries. I was terrified of those things for most of my childhood. Remind me to tell you the story sometime. Anyway, think of yourself…
Blue Speckled Pup 