Today for your reading pleasure, we shall be reviewing not one, not two, but three cookbooks! (The mind reels!)
But before we get to that, I have to tell you about my past weekend. And here’s a tip I’ll share with you right off the bat: Make yourself a friend with a second home. Preferably a cabin. Make sure this is a generous friend who is prone to say, “Hey, wanna stay in my cabin this weekend?”
Bonus points if they add, “Got a fully stocked bar, too! Here’s the key!” Continue reading “On Cookbooks, Churches & the Jeweler of Mordor”
I’ve decided I have to reread The Great Gatsby, because I got to talking to someone recently about a scene in the book, then got to thinking it may not have been a scene from that book. It may have been another book, but I think it’s that book, only I’m not sure. Which is really annoying, you know?
So now I have to reread the book to see if I was right, which I really hope I am because if I’m not, I’m going to have to reread every flippin’ book I’ve ever read.
Which now that I think about it, isn’t such a bad idea.
Anyhow, the scene is in a restaurant or cafe and Gatsby (I think) tells the others to watch all the other men in the place, as he will be the only one who does not touch his face, adjust his clothing, etc., indicating he alone has acquired true poise.
It sure sounds like something Gatsby would do, doesn’t it? It’s also a good explanation for why he didn’t have any friends. I mean, you pull something like that the next time you’re out with friends, you’re sure to get them all fidgeting and scratching and pretty much agreeing that you’re a grade A asshole.
Nevertheless, poise is a highly desirable trait and one I’m sure you discerning readers are anxious to attain. So I’ve come up with three easy steps you can take to achieve poise, without pissing off any of your friends.
Continue reading “3 Steps to Developing Poise Without Pissing Off Your Friends”
It was the hottest of times, it was the hungriest of times …
I stumbled upon a blog a few days ago, a charming blog from a charming man named Bruno, who lives in Belgium. You can find it here. If you visit it, one of your first thoughts will be, “What a charming blog!” Followed closely by, “He must be a charming man.” Speedily met with, “OH WOW, THAT LOOKS GOOD, I WANNA EAT THAT!”
Meanwhile, in my kitchen, it’s hot. Dang hot. Like, really hot. Did I tell you I live in Phoenix, Arizona? Granted, it only hit 109 that day. Practically balmy for Phoenix. But still. It’s hard to think about cooking dinner when the mercury level is triple digits.
Continue reading “A Tale of Two Kitchens”
I’m not a bartender, so I can’t claim to have expert knowledge on beverages and the personalities of those who drink them, but I am a person who has opinions and a blog. A dangerous combination, to be sure.
If you order …
Beer: If you are a guy, you are one of the guys. No more, no less. Nothing to be ashamed of. If you are a gal, you are also one of the guys, and you tend to prefer football over baseball. One of your best friends drinks wine. Secretly you think she can be a snob, but deep down she’s a good person so you don’t mind. You’re bighearted that way. Continue reading “What Your Choice of Beverage Says About You”