Spitball Army

Here it is, late June in Alabama, and the forecast is for thunderstorms practically every afternoon, temperatures consistently in the 90s, and high humidity 24 hours a day. It is under these conditions that I find myself meeting my good friends A. & E. for lunch at a brand new Birmingham eatery named, ironically, Melt. […]

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Made cookies for work tomorrow: mint-chocolate chip in shortbread sprinkled slightly with cayenne and salt. I call them “confused cookies.”

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In one of the recent Top Chef Masters episodes, a chef added what seemed like, basically, a garnish to her dish. She called them “scallion biscuits,” and the judges went ape-shit for them. Biscuits with scallions in them, I thought. Hell, I can do that. So here’s my take, totally NOT from scratch, therefore quick […]

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one more piece of pie / crapped out on the floor in a tryptophan coma / waking plans for a leftover turkey sandwich  #CNFtweet  #TGtimeline

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larb : lard :: brawl : drawl

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Why were these steaks labeled as Mexican Ribeyes? Are Mexicans tough? Do they fall apart under intense heat? Is it the beef’s tannish hue?

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The au pair prepared to pare a pair of pears.

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Would you close your flap, that I don’t forego my boiled eggs?!

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My Dad taught me: The best part of drinking bottled Coke is the tiny cokie particles collected in the bottom, making the last swig the best.

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1965. We nab sweet snacks from the kumquat tree and honeysuckle vine on the way inside for a dinner of fish sticks and Jell-O.

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