There they were. Under the sink. A whole box of them minding their own business. But I wasn’t. I had gone out with her and mutual friends the night before, not planning to have a slumber party. There was only one issue, that night before was February 13th. We had two beers at her place […]Read more "Valentine by default"
It’s hard to beat the convenience of cereal in the morning, or for any meal. But what do you do when you’ve run out your beloved box ‘o carbs? I usually make eggs. Quick. Quasi healthy and I usually have a few in the fridge. It beats skipping breakfast or panic ordering at a donut […]Read more "Up your breakfast game | eggs and bacon"
There are few things I eat with the big spoon. Tonight’s dish is one of those supreme dishes. I’ve been craving good Chinese food for years. There’s a huge leap between passable Chinese food and that really good spot you’ve been going to for years. I have yet to find that spot, so I have […]Read more "Big spoon pork stir-fry recipe and tips"
Free chipotle? Yes, I will sample your hippie vegetarian cuisine in exchange for a real meal at a later date. I am known for a few things (at least what people say to my face). Loving burritos, and particularly Chipotle’s offerings, is the primary thing. Having the metabolism of a humming bird is the other. […]Read more "Chipotle’s Free sofritas: review"
I have one goal when shopping: get in and get out as quickly as possible.
Each trip is a chance to set a new record. I like to be the guy that defies all the market research on time spent shopping or path taken. I am direct in my attack, unless there is an attractive set of obstacles in an aisle that I can shred like a slalom course.Read more "How to Survive Meijer | Speed Shopper’s Guide"
2. 5. 8. All neatly printed in five of the boxes. Methodically she scanned from right to left. With each scan she added, as small as she could, the possible options in the top left corner. After each scan she pulled the pen up from the folded newspaper and floated the tip of the pen […]Read more "81 Squares | train tales"
He was a Miller man long before his trimmed goatee started turning gray, long before he began commuting to the city for work. He tucked his badge into his shirt pocket before joining his buddy from bowling and female coworker in the facing seats at the front of the car. They had met years ago […]Read more "Miller Time | train tales"