After a certain point, everything I write starts to sound the same: we cooked a big meal, it was delicious, and we all love each other soooo much. Well, it's true. But boring.
Tag: pigs
I was a teenage vegetarian
Replying to a comment of K8's comment re: Eid below, I realized I've been harboring a horrible, horrible secret: For several years, I did not eat meat.
The Grilled Duck
This weekend was really a return to the Astoria salad days, when I would spend the day toddling from one fascinating grocery store to another, and then spend hours cooking dinner.
Of dogs and pigs
So that dude who asked me if I partied... As the conversation got going, I thought, Nooo, he can't possibly be so sleazy as to hit on me, I mean, that's just too sad and predictable.