Let’s start with a recipe, then a precaution, and then some nice visuals. That should hold you till Friday. Unless you’re especially slippery, I guess.
My recipe is for people…
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The song tells us, “what a difference a day makes.” Well then, how much more of a difference can be made by four of them? Since Wednesday I’ve suffered the lows of working…
Some meals, I whip through as quick as I can, just jamming the sustenance where it fits best so that I can keep on keeping on with as little time lost as possible.
Some meals I don’t…
Don’t think I can’t hear you thinking out there, Mr and Ms Netsurfer, and you should be ashamed of yourselves. I know I am. I hear you asking yourself or -selves, hasn’t…
Thinking back recently upon my travels to England when I was very young, one recollection arises unbidden and repeatedly. In fact, I have never truly stopped remembering it, with desire tinged…
Let’s start with something useful: a return to the recipe corner, because who else is going to take care of your sorry butt? I made a supper last night that deserves to be reiterated and…
Is… is that you, weary internet traveler? Returning to view the ruins and remnants of what was once a mighty, puissant blog? (And for the record, “puissant” is a good thing.)…
You thought I’d forgotten you, but let’s say you were just sort of temporarily mislaid. It’s all good now, but honestly, things are pretty busy and they are not getting unbusier…
Sometimes I don’t know how to follow-up a post. What comes next? What respects the writing that’s there, but moves the reader gently onwards? What can I say that’s complimentary without…
I was never afraid to try my hand at a little experimental cuisine every once in a while, not even as a child. Sometimes this produced felicitous consequences, like pineapple chicken; sometimes,…
Staring (not non-stop) for the past week at that creepy story about burbling prune juice (and not to worry, I’ve got a much creepier story on the way) has put me in the mood for some more uplifting…
I’m not even going to ask if you missed me. I choose to think that you’ve been so wracked with angst about the slowdown in posts here, that you just shut down and couldn’t even…