Like popcorn kernels that get stuck between your molars, and bits of pith clogged persistently underneath one's fingernails, it's often the least significant things unnoticeable by others that you cannot endure about yourself. But when you have someone point out exactly what you already can't stand about yourself (but persistently put off correcting), you don't… Continue reading three is better than one
Tag: brunch
the Original Drive-Thru
It's always in the simplest, purest of ingredients that you notice the biggest difference. This time, I'm shining the light on a local farm that treats their hens right. And of course, happy hens => happy eggs => happy eating. What's even better? I don't even have to stand in line at the farmer's market… Continue reading the Original Drive-Thru
It just creped into my mind
"Even shit sounds sexier in french." I totally abide that. No shame either. I don't know if it's the fact that the french language just forces out the sexy voice of whoever speaks it, or is it just the fact that the language is inherently elegant. My point is, it's sad, but most of us will… Continue reading It just creped into my mind
Hey, Pumpkin
Tell me, because I have to know, and it is a subject of legitimate concern: is brunch a vanishing art? Wait, wait...WAIIIITTT!!! I don't want to hear it! Because I love brunch. Brunch implies that life doesn't have to be stuffed and jammed like a croque monsieur with answering phone calls and delivering papers at… Continue reading Hey, Pumpkin