In today's blog post, we'll look inside the culinary survival strategies of a middle-aged man whose refrigerator currently contains butter, expired optimism, and a suspiciously immortal bag of apples.
In today's blog post, we'll look inside the culinary survival strategies of a middle-aged man whose refrigerator currently contains butter, expired optimism, and a suspiciously immortal bag of apples.
Hey folks—it's been a while.(Damn—I thought it’d been two years. Turns out it’s closer to three.) I’m back with a quick status update… and, naturally, a little complaining. So what’s happened over the last thousand-something days?Honestly—not a damn thing. Well, nothing too exciting, which is its own kind of depressing. The big news: The Houseguest …
So, this bird thing might have gotten out of hand.
'How bad can I screw up Mongolian chicken?' I thought to myself before initiating my latest man-made disaster.
I got a blood test earlier in the month. The good news -- I have plenty of it.
So what do you do when you end up with birds with heat exhaustion? Provide them air conditioning and a misting system, of course.
We're one year into the pandemic crisis and, according to some, my hair has also become a disaster.
I don't know what's going on -- but strange things are afoot at my local Fry's Grocery store. Either I have rotten luck -- or the Universe has it in for me.
I hate cleaning up bodies -- especially when they're hidden in my back yard.
I set out to feed a group of unruly African lovebirds that live in my neighborhood. Seems they have high expectations, and somehow it has become a full-time job.