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1) It's easy to forget that one owns a waffle iron until one is asked if they own a waffle iron. Yes, I own a waffle iron.
2) I put my life on the line yesterday, and bought a can of store-brand corned beef hash. It's in the cabinet now, scowling at me. I don't want to die.
3) I want the T-shirt I saw in saveur magazine recently: "BACON: THE GATEWAY MEAT"
4) I just realized that I got all the way through last year's Vidalia season without making one single batch of buttermilk onion rings. Dammit.
5) Three ways to earn the palpable hostility of the natives during your next visit to Chicago: (a) pronounce the "s" in "Illinois"; (b) root openly for the Green Bay Packers; and (c) order ketchup on your hot dog.
2) I put my life on the line yesterday, and bought a can of store-brand corned beef hash. It's in the cabinet now, scowling at me. I don't want to die.
3) I want the T-shirt I saw in saveur magazine recently: "BACON: THE GATEWAY MEAT"
4) I just realized that I got all the way through last year's Vidalia season without making one single batch of buttermilk onion rings. Dammit.
5) Three ways to earn the palpable hostility of the natives during your next visit to Chicago: (a) pronounce the "s" in "Illinois"; (b) root openly for the Green Bay Packers; and (c) order ketchup on your hot dog.
