In case you haven't already met, I just have to introduce you to the Annals of Bacon Research. I'm super impressed with this team, first because they paired the word annals, which my husband cannot say or look at without…
I love haiku. It's a poetry form that requires discipline, but only briefly. Like a tiny sudoku or a 24-tile Rubik's cube. Once, during a particularly stressful time at work, my bo ss and I relieved our stress by exchanging…
Somebody please call my roommates, because they won't listen to me. I've been trying to convince them that pigs ears (like horse hooves and other disposable animal parts) are a perfectly natural thing to give to your dog. Seriously, if…
You gotta love The New Yorker. Wry, urbane, and recently under attack for some controversial cover art. You know what? It's not going to make me stop reading. Not when the latest edition features the Fourteen Passive-Aggressive Appetizers that would…
Thank you, National Pig Association of the United Kingdom, for giving us all a heart attack imagining life with a bacon shortage! Insert squeal... The real blame, however, goes to our hyper crazy global media outlets that took the title…
This commercial reminds me of the excruciating year that my husband and I decided to be vegetarians. It would have been a lovely experiment if we hadn't both gained 10 pounds from all the extra carbs and cheese we packed…