This sandwich needs some ‘splainin. “Tropical” is one of those food words that can mean anything from, “it contains tropical ingredients,” to, “I made it while wearing a hula skirt.” This Tropical PB&J is solidly more of the former, mostly because I couldn’t get Sarah to wear the skirt.
‘Tis the season to get swindled by the hopeful eyes and endearingly high-pitched pleas of adorable little Girl Scouts everywhere.
I think DuClaw should put a cautionary statement on their beers specifically warning children not to drink them. They have a habit of making the kinds of beverages you’d expect to find on the lower shelves at the grocery store – beers that taste like strawberry Nesquik or coconut macarons. Then there’s one of my personal favorites,…
It was a lazy and sober afternoon on Sunday when I realized that I should, and was actually capable of, doing something productive.
Sarah has ascended. As a new baby vegan, she’s officially been reborn as a better person than me.
Apricots are in season! Which is completely irrelevant because ours came from a can!
Capital Pride is coming up on Saturday, and we’re preparing by doing what we do best: getting drunk. Only now with rainbows!
Sweet, soft, fluffy maple marshmallows. We have plans for you.
Warm weather is here! And spring, much like summer, fall, and winter, is a great excuse to drink. Warm seasons are also the only acceptable time to be publicly drunk, and if that turns out to not be true, then I’ve made a lot of mistakes.
Jackfruit is a strange beast. I use the word “beast” deliberately here for two reasons: (1) it’s insides are more like meat than fruit, and (2) it’s filled with latex sap so sticky it’ll fuse your knife to your hand, and then your hand to your cutting board, and then your cutting board to your…