I can't tell you how often I almost start my posts with the word "wow." I write it and then erase it thinking, "you can't say that every day." And yet while adventuring through the world of bacon, I often…
A couple of my friends like to joke about becoming "Crazy Cat Lady," that old woman who has 2 dozen cats roaming her home with names like Mittens and Uncle Albert, and little bowls of milk all over the floor,…
I love it when July 4th falls on a Friday. It's the perfect 3-day weekend where you actually start the partying on day one and either rage on through, or have a full two days to recover. Believe me, I've…
Last Tuesday at this time I was not getting ready for work. I was sleeping. And then I was reading A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Later I went for an hour-long bike ride along the beach, followed by wine tasting…
A couple days ago my favorite blogger, dooce, told an amusing story about how she scientifically and irrefutably proved that microwave-safe plastic bowls cannot withstand the magma-hot intensity of fresh bacon grease. Nice work, Heather. The world owes you big…