Maybe Harold and Kumar Had It Right

I’ll admit it. I used to smoke pot. And not just a little pot but I used to be quite the head. Maui Wowee. Farmer’s Friend. Baja Mama.  I smoked them all. In bulk. And then came the munchies. Or better yet – THE MUNCHIES! These were not your run of the mill little hungry…

After I Put Myself Out —

I have a group of friends who don’t consider you a real cook until you spectacularly injure yourself in the kitchen. Nicked yourself with a knife? Amateur! Blister? Wuss! Popped with hot grease? AWWWWW! Poor baby! But you still don’t qualify. Stick a knife through your hand? That’s more like it. Parboiled your foot? Oh,…

You Killed Bullwinkle!

Everyone has one. The recipe that stalks you like a serial killer. It’s the one you just can’t recreate no matter how much you try… It was already dark when my friends and I arrived at the campground in Pennsylvania. Spring had barely taken hold and the six of us started a fire to stay…

Oh, My! How Did You Get That Color?

Cooking takes instinct. And when instinct fails, skill should kick in. When skills fails…oh, well. I had gone to an event and got roped into staying for dinner. Normally, I avoid eating food cooked by people I don’t know but there was absolutely no way I could wriggle out of it so there I was…