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!
You might be thinking that this is the product of a funny drunken story, but the truth is that we came up with these while we were sober. Which is just more evidence to support my theory that I may be more functional as an alcoholic.
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. Plus, warmer seasons means it’s time to go out and do things, and if you’ve ever been out on a warm night or gone to the beach, you already know that warm seasons are the only acceptable times to…